"You…"
Mo Roulan whispered to no one in particular. Her eyes didn't leave the face of the man standing in front of her for a moment.
How long had it been since she saw him last!
Two whole years perhaps. But he looked completely different from the man who he was two years ago.
There was now slight stubble on his chin. She could see dark circles under his eyes as if he had not slept for many days.
And his eyes …they were currently full of rage and coldness like that of ice.
Mo Roulan came out of her trance only when she saw He Jian moving towards Cheng Yang again.
"No!"
She screamed when she saw He Jian ready to punch Cheng Yang again. However, her scream didn't stop him. His fist landed on Cheng Yang's cheek even before Mo Roulan could reach him to stop him.
"How dare you?!"
He Jian's voice was icy cold as he held Cheng Yang's collar and spoke
