Dai Feng was genuinely angry this time.
He looked down at the wife he had loved for decades.
Jian Shuya's words wounded him almost completely.
Dai Feng's chest heaved violently with anger. Catching a glimpse of the people in the hotel out of the corner of his eye, he repressed his temper and said, "If you're going to make a scene, at least pick the right time. This is Lingxiao's wedding. We, as the elders, should..."
Dai Feng's words were interrupted by people passing by, suppressing the fury in his heart.
Jian Shuya stubbornly turned her face away, as if she'd made a firm decision.
After the people passed, Dai Feng continued, "Jian Shuya, after all these years, what do you think of me? When I and my men saved you from the path of self-destruction back then, I had decided to spend my life with you. So, what about what you promised me?"
Jian Shuya remained silent.
