Sun Aoyu, having hung up the phone, looked at the shattered glass still clutched in his left hand, causing only a minor cut, but his face had contorted to the extreme. He wanted to torture Ling Tianyu to death to vent the hatred in his heart.
He was irked by Ling Tianyu because he couldn't stand seeing anyone better or more capable than him—he was the top talent, and there was nothing he couldn't have.
As the future heir to the Sun Family, destined to lead a great clan, how could Ling Tianyu, who had even been to prison, win Duan Yanran's love? Sun Aoyu couldn't wrap his head around it no matter how hard he tried.
Anger quickened Sun Aoyu's breathing as he stood before the mirror, examining his appearance. He had both looks and family background in spades. It was the first time he'd suffered such misfortune with a woman, not to mention the embarrassment.