There were turbulent waves hidden in the man's noble eyes. The half-melted ice collided with the waves in his deep eyes.
He was thin and tall. When he spoke, he only lowered his eyes slightly. "It was your right hand, right?"
"What?" Although Lu Tianci was angry, he couldn't help but answer Feng Ze's question.
Under that man's aura, it was as if all resistance was futile.
"You grabbed Su Bei's hand just now," Feng Ze repeated as if it was a trivial matter.
"Yes." Lu Tianci had nothing to hide.
"Break two of your fingers yourself and I can pretend this never happened."
