When Jiang Beiyu saw that someone lifted Nanzhi and threw her into a pile of broken glass, a surge of rage ignited in his heart instantly.
The little girl he usually pampered with good food and care, treated like this by someone else?
Jiang Beiyu was never one to lose his senses, and after he saw Little Binghua and Little Huomiao carry Nanzhi away from that lunatic, he walked forward.
"Didn't I tell you?" his tone was filled with uncontrollable indifference, and the atmosphere around abruptly cooled down, "Direct your anger at me."
Jiang Beiyu felt a very unfamiliar emotion swirling in his heart.
Strange, I'm actually this angry.
Jiang Beiyu thought to himself.
The moment he saw Nanzhi being thrown into the glass shards and was powerless to help, Jiang Beiyu suddenly felt a sting in his heart.
An indescribable rage filled his chest.
His body's veins were instantly flooded with Spiritual Power.
He felt like a marionette.
