SHEN JI YUN gripped the railing of the royal box tighter. His gaze focused on the rink. The moment Luo Yan was stabbed on the shoulder, he stood up from his seat and rushed to the railing like a bullet. He probably moved even faster than Uncle Tian.
But could you blame him? He's been in a state of constant worry since the start of this match. Of course, it's not because he didn't trust Luo Yan. He knew that he was a strong player, proven time and time again whenever the two of them did a task together. But even if his brain understood that, his heart still couldn't help but worry.
He barely managed to stop himself from jumping directly to the ring and kicking that Djinn when he saw his rabbit being stabbed. If he wasn't thinking properly, he might have really just done that.
