Yun Zhiyuan felt that it was difficult for him to breathe. His face turned green.
When he met Xuanyuan Yu's cold and murderous gaze, his body involuntarily trembled.
Xuanyuan Yu raised his hand and punched him in the eye. The ring on his finger hit his left eyeball.
Blood immediately flowed out.
Yun Zhiyuan was in so much pain that he went crazy. A chill ran down his spine. He knew that Xuanyuan Yu was warning him not to say anything wrong.
And his eye was probably already blinded.
On one side was his dead son, and on the other was his remaining eye and ears.
In the end, Yun Zhiyuan made a decision in his heart.
"I made a mistake."
"Does this have anything to do with Sweetcake?"
"No, it's okay."
All these years, after Xuanyuan Yu sat in that position, he felt that it was too little for him to personally punish someone. This father and son of the Yun family were among the very few people who could instantly provoke his anger.
