Ou Jue cast a cold glance over.
At this moment, a terrifying and oppressive aura emanated from him, creating a presence so strong that no one dared to approach.
"Let go?"
Ou Jue sneered. Not only did he refuse to release Xia Xiyan, but he also pulled her into his arms with one hand, holding her tightly. "I refuse. What are you going to do about it?"
Hiss...
Xiyan gasped as she felt his grip tighten significantly compared to usual.
Mu Zeyu, dressed in a blue suit, exuded a refined and mature aura, his posture upright and gentlemanly.
Adjusting the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, he spoke calmly and firmly, "But Summer told you to let go."
"Ha." The arc of Ou Jue's mocking smile deepened, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light. "She's my woman. It's not your place to decide for her. If you don't want to die, get lost."
With that, he forcibly pulled Xiyan along and headed toward his Lamborghini.
"Let me go! Let go of me!!" Xiyan was livid.
