Wen Wenxuan's heart seized in fear of Su Shuochi, and he unconsciously took two steps back.
His long, well-defined fingers clenched into tight fists, his nails digging into his palms.
But it couldn't quell the rage and anguish in his heart. This feeling of powerlessness was driving him mad.
It was as if this was the only way he could vent all the fury coiling inside him.
Wen Wenxuan had never imagined himself in such a situation. Everywhere he went, people fawned over him.
His father was a high-ranking official in the city. While not the top leader, he still wielded considerable power.
At his young age, he was already an influential figure who could make things happen, yet here he was, being forced back by some no-name.
How could he possibly endure this humiliation?!
But what else could he do? For now, he could only leave.
Even though the man was in a wheelchair, Wen Wenxuan could vaguely tell he had a burly, tower-like physique.
