"You—"
Rinna lifted her head, evidently wanting to get angry, but upon seeing the light flickering in Hui Shuhang's hand, fear stifled her voice.
The next moment, a great force came again, like an invisible hand pressing on her head, forcibly knocking it to the ground.
"Get down."
Under Hui Shuhang's cold command, Rinna's head was forcefully pressed to the ground, emitting a dull thud.
Even with the cushioning of the red carpet, the force caused blood to seep from her forehead gradually.
This was the first time Su Ming'an had seen Hui Shuhang so angry.
—Perhaps it couldn't even be called anger, just seriousness.
Her brows furrowed, her tone still even, lacking any fierce fluctuation, but the infinite strength in her hand and the slowly spreading circle of blood on the carpet told him she was not as calm as usual.
