Fang Yi's expression was terrifyingly grim, he had never looked this way before, not even when faced with deeply hated enemies, had he ever been this angry.
Inside Fang Yi's heart, what burned was not a flame, but a raging inferno.
He wouldn't rest until Song Haoyue was dead.
Hearing Fang Yi's oath, Cai Qin was greatly alarmed and said, "Calm down, take it slow..."
Fang Yi coldly interrupted him, saying, "I can't take it slow. Song Haoyue is capable of doing such a thing, heartless as a wolf, should I plot against him gradually? I can't do that."
As he spoke, Fang Yi glanced at the girl who had lost all signs of life, her tragic figure was like a sharp sword, deeply piercing into Fang Yi's heart.
He could never forget that face in this lifetime.
This girl should have been in the bloom of her youth; even if her life was a bit bitter, tiring, and her family poor, she should not have died here so miserably. Anyone human couldn't bear it.