"Ryan, are you okay!" His companion glanced at the two figures leaving, cautiously watching the man before him whose face was clouded.
Slap.
A sudden sound of a slap echoed.
Ryan Rowe glared sharply at the person who spoke, "Do you think I'm okay like this? Go find out who that person is."
The person held his face, suppressed the resentment in his heart, and nodded repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I'll go right away."
The others, seeing this, looked at each other, and for a moment, no one dared to step forward and speak, fearing they would be the next to suffer.
Ryan Rowe looked at the building, a cold glint flashing deep in his eyes. Since they're here, let's play something different.
"Let's go."
Everyone seeing him like this couldn't refute and could only quietly follow along.
...
"J, I'm sorry you encountered this kind of thing." The old cat apologized, looking at the person beside him.
"Why apologize," Claire Green lifted her eyelids lazily, "Weren't you the one being mocked?"
