A sharp and piercing pain shot through the palm of my hand.
It was like countless red-hot steel needles, piercing into the flesh and blood, and then stirring violently.
Half of Xiao Chen's face was pressed firmly against the cold and hard marble floor. The cold air from the floor penetrated his skin and froze all the way into his bone marrow.
He couldn't move.
A foot wearing expensive custom-made leather shoes was stepping on the back of his hand with all its strength.
And his men were the remains of the blue and white porcelain vase that Xiao Tianyu had just accidentally smashed.
Every piece of porcelain is as sharp as a knife.
"Xiao Chen, let me ask you one last time, will you sign this divorce agreement or not?"
An arrogant and domineering voice exploded above his head, with undisguised disgust and contempt.
Xiao Chen turned his head with difficulty, and saw that familiar face through the messy and hanging forehead hair.
His cousin, Xiao Tianyu.
The leader of the younger generation of the Xiao family, a well-known proud son of heaven in the capital.
At this moment, the proud man of heaven was looking down at him from a high position, with a cruel sneer on his lips, and his eyes looked like he was looking at a bug that could be crushed at any time.
There were several men and women wearing servant uniforms standing around.
They did not come forward, but stood at a distance, whispering to each other, their eyes full of contempt and gloating.
"Master Tianyu is really good-tempered. If it were me, I would have beaten this loser to death long ago."
