But the next moment, Moh Shiche reached out and picked up the goblet.
Perhaps because he was suppressing too much pain, his entire hand was trembling violently.
Moh Shiche's palm wrapped around the goblet, his slender fingers gripping the rim tightly, before he lifted his hand and then savagely pressed down!
"Bang—"
Under the tremendous force, the goblet shattered in his hand, countless shards of glass instantly piercing his palm, and blood gushed out profusely....
The intense pain shot up his nerves, which were under the control of the medication, and Moh Shiche snapped back to a semblance of clarity for a moment.
He didn't waste a second of lucidity, immediately bending down to grab Xia Yuan and brutally dragging her forward.
"President Moh...." Xia Yuan was in pain from his pull, but no matter how she called out, it was useless, Moh Shiche didn't even spare her a glance, treating her as if she was an utterly insignificant object.
