Jing Yang was displeased.
His displeasure was not because the youth had the same eyes as him, but because his hand was actually wrapped around Mu Yueyao's shoulder.
Mu Yueyao held a wine glass in her hand. It was filled with red wine. When she saw Jing Yang walk in, she subconsciously wanted to put it down.
He didn't like her drinking.
However, halfway through, as though struck by a sudden thought, her face turned ashen and she slammed the wine glass on the table. The wine glass cracked slightly, spilling some of the scarlet liquid. The young man beside her jumped.
Seeing that her hand was splashed with red wine, he immediately took out a handkerchief, took her hand and wiped it carefully.
"My little darling, why are you so careless? If the cup breaks and you hurt your hand, my heart will ache."
This action undoubtedly provoked Jing Yang.
"Let her go!" He shouted without thinking. The sudden uproar shocked everyone.
