The silent Yao family villa.
Yao Beikun fiercely took Yao Beidi away, assertively bringing her back to the Yao family, even going so far as to lock her in her original room, which the servants had always kept clean for her.
Yao Beidi sat on the bed, hugging her knees.
And so, Yao Beikun guarded Yao Beidi relentlessly, not leaving her side for a step.
He had indeed been driven mad with rage just a moment ago.
What more did Yao Beidi have to do to trample on him before she would be satisfied?
He had always thought his well-behaved sister, who grew up like a princess and had never been harmed, how could she be so hurt by Xiao Ye, that crude man, so shamelessly hurt. He thought that if there had been a knife on the coffee table at that moment, he would've definitely taken it without a second word and stabbed Xiao Ye repeatedly, muttering incessantly as he did so, "Let you be arrogant, let you go to hell!"
Even now, the thought still enraged him.
He swore, absolutely swore.