Easily Destroying Trash

"Xuelong, I know Fuyi has offended you."

Ying Xiurui tried to negotiate with Rong Xuelong calmly.

"But if you hurt her like this, it's very disadvantageous for you. Why do you have to hurt each other like this? If you hand her to me, I will definitely punish her."

"Hmph." Rong Xuelong scoffed in disdain. "Punish the person who hurt me by leaving her to someone else? I, Rong Xuelong, have never failed so badly! Now that the fish is in my hands and I have a knife, it's up to me to kill or not!"

"Xuelong, why bother? What deep grievances do you have with Fuyi?" Ying Xiurui said helplessly and bitterly. "In the end, the person Jiang Chenglong loves is you and not her. She's already a loser…"

"No deep hatred?" Rong Xuelong almost smiled.

"Mr. Ying is really wrong."

She strangled Ying Fuyi. "Tell them, who made my face like this?"

Ying Fuyi was like a chicken that had its throat pinched. "It—it was Jiang Yilin…"