In Tang Chuan's eyes, even if she was just a toy to him, she was still *his* plaything. It was unacceptable for anyone else to touch her.
So, to him, Yang Qi was already a dead man.
Seeing the change in Tang Chuan's expression, Yan Duo added fuel to the fire. "We couldn't stand it, so we sent some people to beat that kid up, but they all disappeared. I suspect there's a master helping him from the shadows. Young Master Tang, perhaps you should just let this go. You might not be his match."
"What did you say!"
Tang Chuan stared at Yan Duo, his terrifying gaze like that of a wild beast, making the man shiver in fear.
But Yan Duo knew he had succeeded. The more exceptional a person was, the more they hated being spoken ill of. His ploy to sow discord had worked perfectly.
