Yun Sang steadied Lu Mian's shoulders, his eyes veiled with a layer of bloodshot.
He stared intently at Lu Mian, as if trying to see through her completely.
The palm clutching an item was so tight that his knuckles turned white and veins bulged.
Ye Jinwen and Mo Si had never seen him like this before.
In their eyes, Yun Sang was the kind of unruly person whose spirit could not be dampened. A man who dared to defy the Mo lord of Jinjing, not many dared to provoke him.
Those who did provoke him, Yun Sang could retaliate with nonchalance.
Therefore, Ye Jinwen had never seen Yun Sang lose his composure like this, and moreover, this time it was directed at Lu Mian.
What happened, why suddenly has it come to this?
"Brother Yun, what's wrong with you? Don't scare Little Mianmian!"
Ye Jinwen and Mo Si rushed over, one holding Yun Sang, the other shielding Lu Mian.
Lu Mian was slightly bewildered, tilting her head, her brows knitted in confusion.
