"Bastard! Kneel and apologize!"
A stern shout interrupted the killing intent that was gathering in Mu Qingge's eyes.
She recognized the owner of that voice, and they had just parted ways not long ago.
'Ying Ze has arrived, hasn't he?' The spiritual power entwined around Mu Qingge's right index finger gradually dissipated.
Ying Chuan's seeking death was Ying Chuan's business; she wouldn't direct her anger toward Ying Ze because of it.
The killing intent on her finger cover had just dissipated when Ying Ze descended from the sky, landing in front of Ying Chuan. He turned and slapped Ying Chuan hard, knocking him to the ground.
"Young Master!" The elder of the Ying Family, seeing Ying Ze appear, felt immense joy, moved to tears.
Ying Ze's face was cold, and his sharp eyes cut fiercely at Ying Chuan, who was clutching his face on the ground, looking at him. The anger in his heart was hard to suppress.
