Wei Tianyang had tormented Cha Na for half an hour, and the boy had no fight left, only self-blame. Thinking it was enough, he left the room.
After returning to his own room, the black girl had been waiting for a long time, the coffee on the table untouched.
Quigui Ge saw that Wei Tianyang's right hand was covered in blood and flesh, so he pulled a golden handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him respectfully.
He took the handkerchief and carefully wiped his hands, but the blood was too much, and the entire handkerchief turned red, his hands still slippery.
Quigui Ge then grabbed his hand and wiped it on his own sleeve. Wei Tianyang shook his head, returned the handkerchief to him then gestured for him to stand aside.
Wei Tianyang sat across the table and said, "Tess, the coffee has gone cold."
"How do you know my name...?" Tess asked nervously.
"Because you keep talking to yourself in your head, too loudly," Wei Tianyang said.
