After saying that, Cen Muxiao did not give Cen Muyun a chance to react. He turned and headed straight for the driver's seat of his Rolls-Royce.
"Get out!"
Without another word, he made the driver give up his seat, then smoothly settled behind the wheel and slammed the door shut.
The entire sequence was unbelievably fluid, leaving everyone stunned. That was it? No more talking—he was going straight to violence?
Song Anning had no idea Cen Muyun had been forced to choose between two options. Seeing Cen Muyun's face turn ugly in an instant, he sensed something was wrong and rushed forward to block the car that was about to start. "Muxiao, what are you doing?"
A beat slower to react, the second young master of the Cen family ran in front of the Rolls-Royce to stop it while shouting loudly:
"What am I doing? He wants to wreck my car to vent his anger for his little wife! Song Anning, what did I tell you? Those two are absolutely in cahoots. You're nothing but a joke caught in the middle, yet you still think of him in everything you do. Heh!"
"Second Brother Cen, say less!"
Cen Muyun's harsh words stabbed at his heart, but there was no time to care about that now. Song Anning stopped him briefly before turning to persuade Cen Muxiao again.
"Muxiao, there's no need to do this. Second Brother had his reasons for blocking the way. Can't you just talk things out? There's no need to take it out on his car, and it's too dangerous. Get out first, then we can talk properly!"
"Anning, I'll explain some things to you later. But he has already wasted enough of my time. Step back. Don't get hurt."
Hearing Song Anning still speak up for