Wen Yaoting let out a sharp yelp as he felt Shen Yang squeezing his wrist as if he was squeezing a lemon. His crushing grip made him break into a cold sweat.
Jiang Ruiling calmly watched the scene unfold. She peeked a glance at him and the danger in his gaze made her tingle from within.
"Ouch, ouch! Leave my hand!" Wen Yaoting yelled.
Shen Yang narrowed his eyes and let his hand go. Wen Yaoting painfully rubbed his hand and saw how his wrist almost looked like a broken kite.
He erupted in anger akin to a volcano bursting out. "You! Are you insane!? Why did you do that! You almost broke my hand!"
Shen Yang calmly answered. "I found your behavior inappropriate, Mr. Wen. I only acted out of my duty as a bodyguard."
"What fucking duty!? I was just trying to hold her hand."
