Han Sheng snatched the whip from the man while he glanced at Han Jian Yu disdainfully, ''You have always only ruined my plans...'' He looked in the direction of the camera, ''All my plans...''
As he said so, his eyes narrowed and a glint flashed across them.
Crack!
The sound of the whip reverberated in the terrace as a cut appeared on Han Jian Yu's dark suit, blood oozed out from his back.
A small frown formed between his brows but he did not make a single sound as he closed his eyes.
''Zixuan, let me go...''
Jun Zixuan held Yu Mei tightly in his arms as he glanced at the scene in front of his eyes quietly, his eyes narrowed a bit and he looked at the man standing on his left.
The man looked back at him and blinked once.
Jun Zixuan's frown smoothened as he stroked Yu Mei's back.
'Crack!'
'Crack!'
'Crack!'
