The handsome man was like a fallen angel in hell, exquisite, noble, yet exuding an aura of arrogance and bloodthirstiness.
The bangs on Hou Muyan's forehead cast a shadow over his eyes, and the aura emanating from him made people feel as if winter had arrived.
He took a step forward, and the reporters beside him hurriedly stepped back on both sides. Suddenly, someone shouted:
"Lu Xiaoyou's assistant hit someone!"
Hou Muyan turned and kicked the man in the groin!
The man was kicked to the ground, and Hou Muyan sneered coldly:
"Where did this tabloid come from? My Xiaoyou just got off the plane, and you come to block her, disturbing her normal life – that's something that can get you detained!"
His hands were in his pants pockets as he declared flamboyantly, "This is self-defense! Let me see who else dares to mess with Xiaoyou!"
Hou Muyan's eyes were colder than ice, with a bloody glint in his pitch-black pupils.
