Boom!
Yun Han's pupils contracted like an enraged beast as he grabbed the young man's collar and slammed him onto the table, gritting his teeth, "The letter from last night, it was you who delivered it?!"
His anger reached its peak, and even his hand transformed into beastly claws, clutching the young man's neck almost to the point of snapping it!
Yun Han roared in fury, "Daring to sneak in during the wedding to spout nonsense, aren't you afraid I'll kill you right here and now?!"
"Heh heh, don't be angry, Young Master Yun Han, if you kill me now, you'll regret it for life! You will forever be kept in the dark and never know the truth!"
Mo Qi saw Yun Han's deep black eyes filled with bloodshot strands yet did not make further moves, even loosening his grip slightly.
He curled his lips in a cold sneer, pulled off the cloak, revealing his sharp and thin face.
Yun Han stared at his face with a blank expression, as if not recognizing him.
