The Last Straw

"You... Bullsh*t! Nonsense!" Han Kuan shouted hysterically. "What on earth do you want? Can you only get your dam* satisfaction by insulting my wife? As*hole!"

After hearing the sound of the broken tea cup, the policemen who had been standing guard outside the door rushed into the room immediately. Wu Xiumin also peered inside, clearly worried.

Zhao Yu waved at them and said, "It's alright. Leave us alone! Without my order, no one is allowed to come in again. Do you understand?"

"Yes!" The policeman stood up and saluted quickly and ran out.

"It's not me who insults your wife, but you!" Zhao Yu responded coldly. "I'm upholding justice for her sake!"

Han Kuan screamed furiously, "As I said, I didn't kill my wife! Why have I been wrongly accused? Why?"

"I'll show you why!" Zhao Yu gritted his teeth and took out his phone again.