章 715: Han Yuanjun’s Anger

"What?!" Han Yuanjun stood there as if he'd been struck by lightning. His gaze became even colder, and even his voice was like a heavy stone landing in people's hearts. "Zixuan ran away?"

"Yes!" Qin Yu almost went crazy. "One day I'll die of anger because of you! Uncle, what should we do now?"

Han Yuanjun suddenly threw his cell phone at Qiao Chun's forehead, causing a large purple bruise there. Before she could react, he rushed towards her like a ghost and held her neck with his strong hand. His eyes turned red as he asked coldly, "What did you say to my wife?"

"Cough! Cough!" Qiao Chun felt her breath catch in her throat. She couldn't breathe as a strong feeling of constriction enveloped her.

She grabbed Han Yuanjun's hand with both hands and wanted to push his hand away from her throat. But how could Han Yuanjun let her go just like that?