The more he spoke, the more preposterous it got. Yu Yanshen's gaze grew even colder as he looked at him.
"You really don't know your own weight anymore, living in Fu Mansion, spending your days with women, and you think you're all that?" His grip tightened suddenly, "Fu Moyi, if you make Yao Qing the slightest bit unhappy again, I swear I'll break you—believe it or not?!"
The one he had always cherished was being cursed like that; Yu Yanshen's eyes were frighteningly cold.
With his neck harshly choked, Fu Moyi could hardly breathe.
Whether it was from suffocation or anger, his face turned thoroughly red.
"Do you really want to fall out with me over a woman? Over a cousin who cuckolded you?!"
A vicious gleam appeared in Yu Yanshen's eyes. He violently slammed Fu Moyi against a table nearby.
A black baseball bat was lying off to the side, but he was too lazy even to pick it up.