บท 50: 050 Venting, Yunjing Su Family! [2 more chapters]

For Yan Tingfeng, even a cup worth a hundred thousand was merely an object outside of his body, of no concern to him, just like how he never bothered to check how many zeroes were in his account, which his subordinates managed for him.

However, when the cup was a gift for Ye Wanlan, its meaning and value became completely different.

He wouldn't allow anyone to interrupt his hunt.

"You... what are you talking about?" Even the slow-witted Sheng Song could sense the looming crisis, "Who are you? I don't even know you!"

"If she is not happy, I am not happy," Yan Tingfeng said, his face still hidden in the shadows, his eyelashes lowered, "Therefore, you can't be happy either."

"Rip—"

"Ah!"

A force struck, and Sheng Song was thrown to the ground out of nowhere.

Before he could react, his clothing ripped, and someone stomped on him a few times, targeting his ankles, causing him to scream in pain.