Lian widened her eyes in shock, as she watched the general wipe the back of his palm against his clothes.
'He didn't even flinch, what strength.' she thought, noticing the red burn mark on the back of his palm.
With a nervous chuckle, she turned to Mei Deng, "I'm sorry for that, I was being too reck-" she swallowed her words the moment she met the other man's scrutinizing gaze.
Ruolan gasped, "his eyes…" she shivered at the way he looked at their hostess, as though he was using up every last bit of his restraint, to not cause a scene.
"It was just a little accident, and the porridge wasn't that hot am I right?" Her husband asked in a casual tone, picking his teeth with his nails.
Mei Deng curled his fingers into a fist, and made a move to stand up. Wang Tengfei noticed this, and held his fist underneath the table, then diverted his gaze to their host.
