In the silence that enveloped the room, Shi Yuhuan held his lighter, igniting the tiny flame atop it. "Get out!!"
The threat in his tone needed no interpretation.
If Si Chen didn't leave now, the lighter would be thrown at him, igniting the alcohol on his body. Even if he survived, he would be burned.
It was only then that Si Chen realized how dangerous his situation was, any trace of a smile he might have had previously now wiped clean away.
He stared at Shi Yuhuan intently, gasping heavily. The wound on his forehead was the least of his worries, a pain, unbearable and extreme, clawed at his chest as if a great force was pulling at it...
"Burn..." Amid the extreme agony, he wheezed out the single word, choked with grief.
"Shut up!!" Shi Xiuren could no longer ignore the situation. He panicked and rushed over.
Seeing Si Chen's gloomy face stare stubbornly at Shi Yuhuan, he immediately reached out and harshly slapped Si Chen. "Go back to your room and reflect on your actions!!"
