He saw the woman in white, her face full of concern.
The woman in white screamed, backing away.
"Dugu Wu, is it you again, tormenting Chunchun? Why won't you let her go? She has gone mad because of you."
Anger was written all over Dongfang Yong's face as he charged forward like an enraged lion.
Dongfang Yong made a move to strike, but suddenly his wrist went numb, and his right hand was firmly grasped by someone—Feng Bailing with a Grappling Hand, locked his hand tightly.
Dongfang Yong winced in pain, taken aback.
"Let go of me! Today I must teach this heartless beast a lesson. He's responsible for my father's death and for Chunchun's state."
"Keep shouting nonsense, and I'll twist your hand off. All brawn and no brains, what makes you think my man would bother a madwoman? Is it because I'm not beautiful enough, or is my figure not as good as hers?"
Feng Bailing stood defiantly.
Both brothers looked at Feng Bailing together.
