Chapter 62 Are You Made of Wood?_1

The woman he cherished in the palm of his hand was hurt like this by someone else, how could he not be furious?

The most infuriating part was that the person who had injured her was her foster mother, and she had warned him with the sternest tone not to seek revenge for her.

And to never do anything that would hurt the Ye family or Zeng Meiru, otherwise, she would never forgive him.

He knew how stubborn the girl was, what she said, she could do.

Despite ten thousand unwillingnesses, he could only force himself to endure.

He had never dreamed that Seventh Master Jian, who had always done as he pleased and held himself in the highest regard, would one day be so obedient to another person, and that person was a woman!

If those familiar with him knew, they would surely be astounded.

He furrowed his brows, suppressing the rage in his heart, and bent down to carefully apply the white ointment on the purple bruises.