He looked no different than he did before.
Pale skin, light-colored eyes, pale rose lips devoid of any warmth, as though drained of blood.
Only the dark circles under his thick lashes, accentuated by sleep deprivation, stood out, making him resemble a vampire born from the shadowy night, embuing an elegance with an undertone of terrifying malevolence.
"Put her down."
He waved his hand, ordering the subordinate behind him.
"Yes, boss!" Immediately marching forward, they rushed to Meng Xi'er's aid.
Not far away, Du Xiaorong bit her lip in torment, observing Meng Xi'er being released from the glass box by Gu Huai'an's people.
"Splash..."
The water in the glass box spilled out violently. Meng Xi'er toppled over as the water level fell, kneeling shivering in the box, her lips pale almost blue.
Gu Huai'an slightly furrowed his eyebrows, glancing at Du Xiaorong by his side. Seeing his gaze, she turned her face, appearing somewhat uneasy as she lowered her head.
