"You bastard! I'm going to kill you!" Xue Tao burst out in a fit of explosive rage, roaring furiously.
The goddess of his heart was insulted right before his eyes, and what's worse, she didn't even retort. Hearing Ye Haochuan's description, Xue Tao could almost picture the heartbreaking scene, and how could he not be furious?
"Hey, hey, hey, a gentleman uses his words, not his fists!" Ye Haochuan made an exceedingly frightened expression and suddenly hid behind Fan Qingyin, saying with a face full of fear.
Intentionally or not, Ye Haochuan's hands naturally landed on Fan Qingyin's.
This hooligan! If I don't castrate you, I won't be a true "Fan"!
Fan Qingyin, trembling with hatred, had to put on an indifferent facade and scolded Xue Tao angrily, "Senior Brother Xue, what's wrong with you? Haochuan is my boyfriend, how can you lay a hand on him?"