Huo Yunting stole a quick glance at Lu Zhaoyang and noticed that she did look like she was under the weather.
It was probably because he had found her with Huo Chen.
"Chen, please leave. We can handle things ourselves."
Lu Zhaoyang spoke through gritted teeth. The pain on her waist was almost unbearable. What was Huo Yunting thinking?
"Huo Yunting, it is true that I love Yang Yang, so I cannot allow you to hurt her!"
If the man ever hurt Lu Zhaoyang, he would arrange for her swift departure away from this place.
"I repeat, Lu Zhaoyang is my wife," Huo Yunting said in defiance. "Even if you take her away to the ends of the world, she will always remain as my wife!"
"Chen, go!"
Before Huo Chen could retaliate, Lu Zhaoyang quickly interjected.
The conversation was escalating too quickly to her liking.
"Take care, uncle!" Huo Yunting addressed him with particular emphasis on their familial ties.