The bucket of ice water successfully sobered up Fo Zi'ang's drunken gaze.
He frowned as he looked at everything before him, his eyes settling on the woman in Yu Yanshen's arms, and he hesitated for a few seconds.
It was these few seconds that caused the malevolence in the depths of Yu Yanshen's eyes to surge once again.
"Fo Zi'ang, have you forgotten how to be a person after a few years abroad? You dare touch my woman?" His brows and eyes carried a sinister depth, yet his words were devoid of any outright fury, instead exuding an intangible deterrence and pressure.
Fo Zi'ang frowned and looked at Yu Yanshen.
He had a reasonably good relationship with Yu Yanshen, after all, in Yaocheng the top-notch people were but a few.
But this was the first time he had seen Yu Yanshen this angry.
I did something wrong, huh...
Feeling somewhat of a headache, he rubbed his temples, "Sorry, I had a bit too much to drink just now... It seems I mistook someone else for..."
