C22 Anger

On the way, a tall Rolls-Royce sped by. It was Yan Shaochen's car.

"Uncle Wang, go faster."

Yan Shaochen's face was as cold as an iceberg. The cold arrow shooting out from his eyes could pierce through people. He had the urge to kill someone, someone actually dared to touch his woman. He was tired of living.

The car was fast enough, but Uncle Wang stepped on the gas pedal