The sturdy bedroom door smashed onto the ground as a large cloud of dust mushroomed in its wake.
When Ye Caitang and the handsome young man heard the strange sound, they turned around in surprise and looked in the direction of the door.
In the hazy dust, under the warm yellow light…
A tall and strapping man exuded the aura of a big shot. His face was glacial as he narrowed his beautiful eyes and looked at the scene before him.
No one noticed that his hands—which were hanging by his sides—had already balled into fists so hard that his knuckles turned white.
Even more so, no one knew that when he saw this scene before him, his heart suddenly felt as if it was being sliced into pieces.
It was so excruciating that it was as if there was a huge gaping hole and bone-chilling snow and cold wind were pouring into it.
He tried his best to remain calm and slowed his words,
"What are you doing?"