"That's enough. Please leave," Chi Xiaodie snapped, her expression darkening.
Sima Longyun trembled with anger. His beloved had been stolen from him. He leaped to his feet, pointed at Li Qiye, and roared, "You little bastard, get the hell out here! Today, we'll see who is worthy of Xiaodie. We'll fight to the death! Only the one who lives will have the right to marry Xiaodie!"
"You want a fight? He doesn't need to lift a finger!" Chi Xiaodie flew into a rage and shot to her feet. "I'll be your opponent," she said coldly.
"You little bastard, what kind of man hides behind a woman!" Sima Longyun was so angry he could have spat blood. He pointed at Li Qiye and screamed.
Chi Xiaodie was about to step forward, but Li Qiye stopped her. He rose slowly to his feet. "Are you going to walk out on your own, or do I have to throw you out?"
