Sheng Wentao seemed to harbor a grudge against Xiao Boya as deep as a feud over killing his father and stealing his wife.
Whenever Xiao Boya was mentioned, not only did his expression twist slightly, but his eyes also revealed an uncontrollable hatred.
This hatred seemed to penetrate to his very bones, flowing through his blood.
Ye Xunhuan, feeling Sheng Wentao's deep-seated hatred, froze for a moment: Damn, just how much enmity and resentment must he have against Xiao Boya to feel this way?
"Did he take your wife or kill your dad?" Ye Xunhuan couldn't help asking aloud.
As soon as Ye Xunhuan spoke, Tang Yurou tugged at him, her expression slightly unnatural.
Before Ye Xunhuan could finish his question, Sheng Wentao's already sinister and hate-filled face darkened further.
This left Ye Xunhuan momentarily stunned.
"No way... Did I just accidentally hit the nail on the head?"
