"And you," Victor finally addressed Seraphina, "You're not allowed in this area. I can handle everything here, so you can go back to your seat."
"Really?" Seraphina smiled sweetly, her presence exuding a calming aura. "If I hadn't intervened, things could have easily escalated."
"I've got it under control. With me here, nothing will happen to Xiaxia," said Victor seriously, his voice firm and reassuring.
Seraphina chuckled softly. "Then explain to Xin what happened to her face and hair. By the way, he's here with me."
At that moment, Victor finally took a closer look at Xiaxia and noticed the scratches on her face and her disheveled hair.
If Xin found out about this . . . Victor's heart sank at the thought.
Xin would be greatly disappointed in him, and their friendship might suffer because of this incident.
