Tick-tock! Tick-tock!
Deep crimson blood trickled down from the man's lips, falling onto the cuff of his white shirt, alarmingly vivid.
Geng Man watched Wen Mulan in disbelief, as he bit through the rim of the glass he was holding, shattering it. The sharp glass cut into the corner of his lips.
Yet, he seemed as if he couldn't feel the pain at all, his gaze fixed intently on the spot where the conflict had erupted.
Who… was he watching?
Geng Man couldn't help but wonder, was it Wen Mulian? But Wen Mulian hadn't been hurt at all!
Or was it… the woman next to Wen Mulian that he was watching?!
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Lu Mianmian followed Wen Mulian out of the club in disarray. Although her clothes were wiped dry, her hair was still wet, and the smell of alcohol on her was overwhelming.
When she left, she hardly dared to lift her head to glance in Wen Mulan's direction, but her intuition told her that Wen Mulan must have seen her.
After all, the commotion was not a small one.
