I think your brain is just for show. Do you need me to do you a favor, chop it off for you, then stomp on it until it smashes? It'd make quite a sound."
Yan Xiyu's face turned extremely livid, and she slammed the table as she stood up.
"Bitch, how dare you insult me?!"
"Fuck!"
Liang Yuening was brutally straightforward, immediately throwing out a curse.
When it comes to temperament, he's never been afraid of anyone. He believes his own hot-headed nature is truly explosive, a born firecracker, only slightly restrained in front of his wife and brothers.
Otherwise? Daring to call him a bitch?
He smirked: "One who insults will always be insulted. You came to curse me first, your words full of hidden insults, yet you blame me for insulting you?"
Seeing Yan Xiyu's darkened face about to speak, Yuening casually dug in his ear.
"Bitch, shut up!"
A vicious glare shot over.
"Keep yapping, and I'll kill you right away!"
Yan Xiyu: "???"
So angry she nearly spat blood.
