An elegantly dressed man in a dark suit burst into the room, surrounded by an intense aura of hostility.
The loud noise that had just occurred was from him kicking over a prop that stood in his way.
His handsome face seemed covered with eternal ice, and the air pressure around him was so low it was suffocating!
Everyone was terrified by his imposing demeanor and froze on the spot.
The man, with a gloomy expression, walked up to Mu Anran. Seeing the blood on her forehead, his eyes instantly whipped up a storm, as if they could devour everything at any moment!
"Can't you go a single day without causing me trouble, can you?"
His cold tone was laced with raging anger, ready to explode at any moment.
He bent down and, before Song Yan could touch Mu Anran, scooped her up horizontally.
"Hey, sir, who might you be..." Song Yan quickly tried to intervene.
Only Yashu, standing aside, had turned pale with fear, trembling, "Young, Young Master Yu..."
What?
Young Master Yu?
