Luosang was startled as well. She automatically pulled her hand away, however, it was already too late. Mr. Wei's eye brushed against the broken glass. A deep wound was left in his face, and blood gushed out immediately.
He covered his eyes with his hands, then burst into screams. Then, he realized there was a man behind him. When he turned back to see Nian Junting's cold, faintly smiling face, his legs crumpled.
"Mr. Nian…" he said.
Nian Junting didn't look at him, but grabbed Luosang's hand, which was still holding the broken glass, and said blandly, "Why did you pull your hand away just now? Just poke his eye out. As long as I'm here, you don't need to be afraid. I'll give his eyeball to you as a gift."
