Wang Xiao's gaze flicked back to her, surprise tinging his voice. "Are you advocating for her over me?"
"!"
A sudden pressure filled the room, descending upon Mary like a weight, and her face paled immediately, color draining from her face.
She couldn't dare to meet his eyes any longer. His anger needed an outlet, and speaking out of turn at this moment was risky—she knew all too well what could happen if she pushed him too far.
He had vaporized others for less.
"Come here," he ordered.
"..."
Without a word, Mary moved toward him, her movements graceful but tense.
Wang Xiao reached out, grabbing her chin and lifting her face so he could look at her directly. Her eyes were dark and hollow, black with a blood-red hue, like the remnants of a nightmare.
