"Heh." Xu Zhiye laughed lightly upon hearing this, his eyes curling into a smile: "Ye Che, even if you were pointing a gun at me right now, I wouldn't let you near Xia Weiyi anymore."
"I won't give you any chance to hurt her!"
Hurt her?
Who has been using Xia Weiyi all this year, drugging her, harming her?
Now, Xu Zhiye has the audacity to accuse me, putting on a righteous facade, playing the hero who saves the damsel in distress.
Ye Che sneered with irony:
"President Xu, you and Zhou Ting are truly cut from the same cloth, your face covered in filth and yet you're so eager to smear others with it. Do you want others to share your infamy?"
"I can hardly imagine, after using so many despicable tactics on Xia Weiyi, how you have the nerve to say these words now. Your skin must indeed have undergone plastic surgery, sewn with several layers..."
