The next second, a light voice rang out, soothing the rage in Quan Jingwu.
"Xiao Jing!"
Jian Qing walked up to him, grabbed the iron rod from his hand, and tossed it aside.
"She's not worth you getting your hands dirty."
She held his hand, giving a slight smile.
"I've already taught her a lesson, that's enough."
"She deserves to die." Quan Jingwu gripped her hand back, his tone icy cold.
Jian Qing looked up at him, kissing his lips lightly.
The intimate gesture was made without any regard for the onlookers.
"She deserves to die, but isn't it more fitting for her to wish she were dead, hm?"
A serious incident at Master Han's birthday banquet would definitely not look good.
Quan Jingwu's thin lips tightened, and he uttered a simple affirmation "Mmm", "Let's go."
"Alright." Jian Qing nodded, clearly not in the mood to stay after such an incident.
