Huo Xingzhou narrowed his eyes slightly, his clenched fists relaxing. He looked at him coldly: "Clean up your mess, and don't bring danger to her. Otherwise, I won't mind becoming your enemy."
"We've never really been friends, at most allies. Having someone like you as an adversary would be quite amusing."
Zhong Yi's lips were pale, yet his eyes grew darker and more profound.
Unwilling to back down, he stared back at him.
"Huo Xingzhou, she just gave me acupuncture and you're already jealous. If you knew our history, wouldn't you go mad with envy?"
Huo Xingzhou's handsome face remained chilly, exuding an icy aura.
"Zhong Yi, are you not driven mad by jealousy saying these things yourself? After all, I married her. We share the same bed every night, and you—right now—are nothing more than a stranger who's met her a few times."
