Sometime earlier that night, a pissed off Lu Zihao was dragging an anxious Long Jinjing. The household staff and patrolling security including some from Shadow Winds gave the two of them a wide berth due to Lu Zihao's frightening aura. He looked like he was ready to mutilate someone with his bare hands. They didn't want to be the poor unlucky fools who got in his way and triggered the explosion of his anger by accident.
Long Jinjing was trying to make him slow down but he wouldn't listen. "Ni—Zihao, I said stop! You're hurting me!"
He immediately stopped and examined her wrist which was now red from his tight hold. His scowl turned uglier. He rubbed her red skin, trying to soothe it. "I didn't mean it. Does it still hurt?"
Her expression softened. "A little bit but I'll be fine."
"Hm." He continued rubbing her wrist.
