Mo Jingshen slowly shifted his gaze away, calmly fixing the sleeves of his suit.
At this moment, his cold, dark eyes seemed especially ice-cold. "Tonight, if Ji Nuan were to lose even a single strand of hair, you can consider your Han family's luck to run out. Are you sure you want to gamble with me?"
Han Tianyuan's expression instantly froze. His calm demeanor began to crack.
"I'll give you one last chance." Mo Jingshen eyes were frigid, his murderous intent rising to the surface. "Ji Nuan, where is she?"
Han Tianyuan seriously confessed, "I'm not sure. However, early on, I saw her show up at the ball. After someone placed something unpleasant in her glass, she crazily followed several men into an elevator. Most likely, right now, she's having fun in some room…"
Han Tianyuan's words had yet to end when a cold hand suddenly gripped his throat. The feeling of suffocation instantly landed. He stiffly glanced toward Mo Jingshen.
