"An Ruoxue, let go." Rong Che was absolutely incensed by An Ruoxue, who was clutching his arm and refusing to let him pass.
"You care that much about that man, Fang Zhou?" Rong Che roared at her, his voice trembling with fury. Had he not been afraid of hurting her, he would have flung her onto the sofa long ago.
Even as he seethed with rage, his lungs burning with indignation, Rong Che only shouted at her; he did not truly lay a finger on her. He couldn't bear to hurt her. Yet, the way she protected another man made it impossible for him to stay calm.
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