Even without looking, just sensing the oppressive aura around her, she knew the man was now utterly enraged!
Shang Xixia instinctively lowered her lashes, delicate like butterfly wings. Strange, she hadn't done anything wrong—just helped out her childhood friend—so why was she feeling so guilty?
Meanwhile, the older man, Gu Jingchen, his eyes dark as a bottomless lake, seemed like they were laced with countless icy daggers.
It was as if Luo Hao's large hand, which had brushed against the delicate curve of the young woman's waist during the dance, was now being scorched into oblivion under Gu Jingchen's intense glare!
Their other friends, who had never seen Gu Jingchen this angry since childhood, didn't dare step forward. They could only swallow nervously. To Luo Hao, who wasn't that close to them, they all mentally offered prayers for the poor woman that Gu Jingchen seemed to have claimed as his own.
