His eyes were bloodshot, as he stared intently at the small bottle in the woman's hand.
Shen Qiu Yang was taken aback by his intense gaze; Su Lang also frowned slightly, thinking to himself that this man had better not bite the hand that feeds him. If this turns out to be a case of biting the hand that feeds him, he wouldn't mind pulling out his knife and finishing him off; after all, it wouldn't be his first time killing someone—it had become second nature to him.
But looking at this man's demeanor, he didn't appear to be the sort of petty person who crosses the river and demolishes the bridge?
"Could you let go first?"
Shen Qiu Yang's arm was seized by him. His strength was enormous; despite looking emaciated, his grip was as firm as a vice, causing her arm to ache.
But Liang Yuening didn't care about that, indifferent to whether she was in pain or if he was being too rash, or whether his actions might lead to misunderstandings and the like.
