Gong Yichen walked over with big strides. His straight black trousers made his steps seem even more frightening. Long legs.

Seeing Wu Zihao forcing Song Jiayin and even pulling him down, he did not get angry, but instead laughed. His lips that were as thin as a blade, curved at an appropriate angle.

"Uncle …" Wu Zihao frowned, and the hand he was holding Song Jiayin with relaxed a little because of his fear.

Wu Zihao looked at Gong Yichen in embarrassment, his mouth opened wanting to say something but he stopped himself. He did not say anything in the end.

His girlfriend, Song Jiayin, became someone else's woman, and this person was his uncle. This kind of relationship made him not know how to face the current situation.

Gong Yichen raised his chin, and looked down into Wu Zihao's eyes from up high, his eyes were sharp like daggers, as though he was berating him for his actions.

"I... "That …" Wu Zihao was intimidated by his extremely aggressive gaze and for a moment, was at a loss as to what to do.

"Still not letting go?" Gong Yichen said indifferently.

There was a smile at the corners of his mouth, but there was no hint of a smile in his voice.

Wu Zihao turned his head and looked at Song Jiayin with dissatisfaction.

He had finally gained something of himself. couldn't resist rubbing the place he had just been caught in.

Due to how rough and forceful it was, the delicate white skin on his wrist had already turned red, and a few handprints could clearly be seen.

Song Jiayin retreated to the side, remaining silent throughout the confrontation between the two.

From the looks of it, Wu Zihao had truly disappointed her. After being together with him for three years, the former her was actually unable to see that he was actually such a rude and unreasonable person.

"Zi Hao, if you have something to say, then just say it." Gong Yichen walked in front of Wu Zihao and sincerely patted his shoulder.

It was probably just a normal amount of instruction from a senior to a junior, but only Wu Zihao himself could feel the heavy pressure.

Gong Yichen's silent warning, seemed to be saying "don't be delusional and try to touch his woman" to him.

Wu Zihao pursed his lips, as if trying his best to suppress something.

However, whether it was in seniority or strength, Gong Yichen was superior to him by a level, which made him have no choice but to swallow his anger and nod his head: "Got it, Uncle."

"En, let's go, Yinyin." Gong Yichen slightly nodded in satisfaction, gently holding Song Jiayin's hand, and walked towards the big gate.

"Eh? and so on... "I …" Song Jiayin was directly brought to the main entrance by him, and was about to reject him, but when she thought about how Gong Yichen had even saved his, she felt so embarrassed that she could not even finish his words.

The carriage driver at the hotel had already drove out, without saying a word, Gong Yichen pulled Song Jiayin over to the side of the carriage and opened the door for her.

"…" Song Jiayin sighed, she knew that she would not be able to escape this time, so she could only get on the carriage.

Seeing that she was so obedient, Gong Yichen's lips curled up into a satisfied smile, and sat in the driver's seat to start the engine.

The black coloured sedan was like a black bolt of lightning, speeding along the public road.

Song Jiayin stared at the scenery outside the window as it gradually became smaller and smaller, and asked curiously: "Where are we going?"

"Your home." Gong Yichen seriously looked at the road in front of him.