But when his eyes, deep and impenetrable like splattered ink, swept over, grazed her swollen face, his dark pupils seemed to suddenly sink, then turned to Chu Xueying, "Quite bold, daring to lay a hand on my person?"
His tone was still light, even carrying a slight smile, but it made the listeners' scalp tingle.
His person? Mu Yin's eyelids twitched.
Chu Xueying's face turned pale, both enraged and self-righteous, "Second brother, I was venting your anger."
"Venting anger?" Bo Fengheng sneered, his phoenix eyes slightly narrowing, like a winter ice lake, "Since when is it your place to handle my matters?"
"You..." Chu Xueying choked, furious.
She was his sister, why should she vent anger for an outsider?
Yet the oppressive aura emanating from the man before her made it difficult for her to breathe, rendering her speechless.
