All the fragile items in the hall were gone, leaving the space empty; it was obvious that Bo Yeyuan had gone on a rampage here, and the servants had already cleaned up the surroundings. Only the area where Bo Yeyuan sat remained in disarray, with shards of broken glass, and fresh red blood on the sofa and the floor. He had lost a lot of blood.
Bo Yeyuan's jaw was clenched tight, his teeth gritted, and his terrifying gaze fixed unblinkingly on her.
Li Qiyu, as if oblivious, walked upstairs, but Leike immediately blocked her, gesturing with his eyebrows.
"I'm tired, I don't have time to waste with him."
Bo Yeyuan's crimson lips curled, his time with her was a waste?
"My apologies." Leike grabbed Li Qiyu's arm and sent her before the Young Master.
Bo Yeyuan sat like a majestic emperor, his long legs stretched out before him, his thin lips puffing with wrath.
