Ling Tianya would never expect that things would go that way, that Ruan Zeyan would actually chop off Kang Shao's hands. Seeing Kang Shao's blood flow into a puddle, he fell onto the floor, wailing in immense pain, "My hands...My hands…"
"Ruan Zeyan?" In Ling Tianya's eyes, Kang Shao may have been detestable, but there was no reason to bring it that far.
The man looked at her, "He grabbed your wrist."
Ruan Zeyan's voice was low and light, as though what was just chopped off was a pig's feet, and not Kang Shao's.
"Just because of that?" Ling Tianya thought.
The people in the room that were still sober had only just understood why he had such an attitude to Kang Shao, at the same time they were relieved that they had done nothing inappropriate to Ling Tianya, or… not yet at least.
