In Shao Yang's mind, no man other than himself was worthy of setting foot in Li Ruoshui's bedroom. He would never allow it; that was his principle, his absolute limit! Yet, now, another man was here.
Their eyes met. Anger flared in Shao Yang's pupils.
"Who the hell are you?" Shao Yang demanded, his expression wary and unfriendly as he stared at Shen Fanyun. His emotions were about to boil over, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.
Shen Fanyun lit a cigarette. "What's it to you?"
Shao Yang was speechless.
