Chen Xuanqing's words were as sharp as blades, every single sentence striking like a heavy hammer against Yu Xiaogang's fragile heart.
On the ground, Yu Xiaogang's gaze was filled with disappointment and fury, as if he wanted to pour out all his grievances and resentment.
At this moment, however, Yu Xiaogang was like someone drained of all his strength, gasping for breath in huge gulps.
His complexion was as pale as paper and his eyes were unfocused. He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he found he no longer had the strength to make a sound, leaving him at the mercy of that surge of heart's blood that welled up and stained his lapels.
"Blech!"
With another shrill scream, Yu Xiaogang finally failed to withstand this massive blow, his body going limp as he collapsed to the ground.
Yu Xiaogang's eyes were tightly shut and his breathing was weak, having already lost most of his vitality.
Liu Erlong stood to the side, quietly watching this scene.
Her eyes were filled with complex emotions, holding both disappointment and anger toward Yu Xiaogang, as well as helplessness and sorrow for herself.
Liu Erlong sighed softly and said in a calm voice, "What do you plan to do next? Didn't you still have things to discuss?"
Hearing this, Chen Xuanqing rubbed his nose somewhat awkwardly, not expecting his words to be so intense that they would literally talk Yu Xiaogang to death.
Yet seeing that Yu Xiaogang had merely suffered severe mental trauma from anger and fainted, Chen Xuanqing grew interested.
Chen Xuanqing then walked over to Liu Erlong, attempting to ease the tense atmosphere by gently lifting a strand of her fine hair to display his gentleness and thoughtfulness.
However, Chen Xuanqing's move met with Liu Erlong's direct