The crisp sound of a slap in the quiet study room was unusually harsh.
Zhou Yinghuai turned his head aside, motionless.
His eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, revealing no emotion, but it made people feel more chilled.
Zheng Heng was shocked. When had Zhou Yinghuai ever been hit, let alone slapped in the face....
At this point, Zheng Heng didn't dare to speak.
Jiang Tan's palm was numb. Looking at the silent Zhou Yinghuai, after a pause, only then did she realize what she had done under the man's overly calm gaze.
"Zhou Yinghuai... I didn't mean...." Her sentence hadn't fallen, when her throat was grabbed, the strength of the grip heavy and cruel.
Jiang Tan was forced back, her back hitting the towering bookcase in the study room, countless books falling down.
She had no room to resist.
Zhou Yinghuai's face was nearby, and only then did Jiang Tan notice that the corner of his eyes were red, and his expression was full of animosity.
