Seeing that Rong Yan had gone downstairs, Auntie Li knocked on the bedroom door worriedly and entered after Luo Anning granted her permission.
Auntie Li cleared the mess on the ground and headed downstairs with a grim expression. To her horror, she was greeted with the sight of devastation in the luxurious living room.
Rong Yan was destroying everything that could be destroyed. There was a huge mess on the ground, consisting of the remains of expensive antique enamel vases, Italian handmade custom sofas and coffee tables. The precious frescoes were not spared either.
Rong Yan's shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a large portion of his sexy chest. His sleeves were pulled up to his elbows, and there were several bloodstains on his fair arms which were bleeding.
Auntie Li scurried downstairs and put the trays down to stop him from harming himself. "Young Master Rong, what are you doing? Don't hurt yourself even if you are angry. Look, your arm is bleeding."
