Upon hearing this, Yan Kejun's face turned deathly pale:
"Lu Jihan! You are truly ruthless! Although Song Anqi is not a good woman, you didn't have to kill her! Even a disabled woman who lost everything, you still want to annihilate?!"
He was extremely furious and punched the desk.
The immense force collided with the tabletop, causing a bullet to jump up and then fall back down.
Crash—
Clang—
Except for that bullet, other objects also jumped up and fell back, crashing everywhere.
And Yan Kejun's hands were clenched tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands.
Seeing his reaction, Yan Zhengxiong was pleased, hoping Yan Kejun's anger toward Lu Jihan would grow even more.
The angrier he was, the more control he would have over his nephew.
Thinking of this, he sneered coldly and added fuel to the fire by saying, "In my opinion, this Lu Jihan has truly inherited his father's ways."
Yan Kejun tightened his jaw, his teeth grinding audibly.
