"Zheyu, Lu Xiaoyou is our family's waste. You should know very well how we handle waste, right?"
She tried to remind Feng Zheyu, but the man said:
"Lu Xiaoyou has already embraced me, she is my betrothed."
When Qinghuang heard this sentence from Feng Zheyu, her whole body turned cold, her face instantly went pale. She gritted her back teeth, and years of self-restraint made her hold back at this moment.
Long Yinxiao reacted more strongly than Qinghuang; he raised his gun again and aimed it at Feng Zheyu's head.
"Say that again, who is your betrothed?"
Feng Zheyu was completely unafraid of Long Yinxiao's gun and repeated, "Lu Xiaoyou is my betrothed."
The bullet in the gun held by the man was already chambered.
"If your eyes aren't blind, did you see the Fulong Bracelet she's wearing on her wrist?" Long Yinxiao bared his lips, revealing white teeth.
"Lu Xiaoyou is a woman of the Long Family!"
