Upon hearing this, Lin Kuang was stunned. Wasn't Fan Zeyu here to kill me? Why is he so disdainful toward the Fan Family's Head? And what's with his tone? Something seems off.
"It seems you're quite dissatisfied with your Family Head?" Lin Kuang asked, puzzled.
"What is there to be satisfied with that beast?" Fan Zeyu said coldly, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.
Lin Kuang grew even more puzzled. If he's so dissatisfied with the Family Head, why did he even come? Could there be some hidden reason? Thinking this, he asked again, "Can you tell me why?"
"There's no point in talking about it," Fan Zeyu replied. "Lin Kuang, I don't want to kill you, but I have to. I have my reasons. I'm sorry, but I must kill you." He looked at Lin Kuang, his voice tinged with regret. If it weren't for the woman he loved, he would never do something that went against his principles. However, for her sake, he had no choice. It was a truly helpless situation.
