Lu Shifeng's gaze was like an icy blade, staring at the top male model in front of him.
Ouyang Yi stood in front of Su Xingyu, looking at him without backing down: "Xingyu is such a good girl, you've got her but don't cherish her. Are you going to let her suffer such unjust accusations for a lifetime? What kind of man bullies his own woman?!"
Lu Shifeng said coldly, "My personal affairs don't need your interference."
Ouyang Yi's tone was equally cold: "I can leave other people's business alone, but not Xingyu's! If you don't love her, divorce her early, don't let her suffer these petty torments. She deserves someone better than you!"
"You?" Lu Shifeng sneered, murderous intent flashing.
Tears were still hanging on Su Xingyu's face, her slender body shaky amidst the piled wedding dresses, but she used all her strength to tug Ouyang Yi: "Stop talking." She was very scared, afraid he would further anger Lu Shifeng.
