Qiao Chengxun turned to look at Tang Yuxin, his voice heavy with warning, "You also stay away from my wife."
Tang Yuxin was momentarily stunned before he quickly explained, "Mr. Qiao, Meimei and I are just friends. Don't misunderstand."
Qiao Chengxun's unfathomably dark eyes glanced at him, but he didn't respond.
He reached out to take Wen Meimei's hand and started to lead her away.
Wen Meimei followed behind him, confused, wondering to herself, "Um, Qiao, husband, where are you taking me?"
What's Qiao King of Hell up to this time?
Qiao Chengxun barked, "Shut up."
Wen Meimei: "..."
Crazy.
She tried to shake off his hand, but he gripped it even tighter, causing her pain, so she quickly protested, "Let go, I can walk by myself."
As soon as the words left her mouth, Qiao Chengxun released her hand.
They had already reached the elevator.
Wen Meimei glanced sideways at his flawless profile, gently rubbing the wrist he had hurt with her left hand.