It seems Duan Yanran could no longer escape his grasp. Once Sun Aoyu made up his mind about something, he would not hold back. Duan Yanran must become his woman, now his sense of conquest was becoming stronger. He knew that only by conquering Duan Yanran, could he make that feeling disappear.
Sun Aoyu picked up his phone, got up, and headed upstairs. The two people standing behind him hurried to clean up the shattered table. They had never seen the young master so angry. It was truly frightening.
As Sun Aoyu went upstairs, he dialed his father's mobile number in the bedroom.
"Dad, I think it's better to resolve the crisis of the Feng Family first. For our Sun Family, it's just a matter of lifting a finger." Sun Aoyu didn't mention that his urge to conquer had been precisely targeted by Feng Jiayin's exploitation of his personality, for if he did, his father would have sought justice from the Feng Family directly.