After only two shouts, her jaw was viciously gripped.
Mu Qian looked at her coldly, his eyes treating her like a dead object. On the verge of collapse, Lai Bao watched as he slowly bowed his head, his icy breath spraying her face, "Remember, your life is mine."
His stance was that of a sovereign positioned high above, holding sway over others' lives and destinies, commanding respect without anger, beyond question.
Having said that, he shook off his hand and pushed the weak-kneed Lai Bao toward the corner of the door, then turned the handle to open it and looked at Mu Bai expressionlessly, brushing past him.
"Mu Qian."
Mu Bai called out to him. The man halted his steps, but neither turned back, "That's enough."
After hearing this, Mu Qian's stern face sketched a slight curve, "That's a line I should be telling you, Mu Bai. Restrain yourself, my patience has limits."
Mu Qian departed, and Mu Bai entered the women's restroom, helping the drained Lai Bao to her feet.
