"Then excuse me for this offense!"
A "Swish" pierced the air and Ye Wanwan leaped toward the ring on the desk as fast as lightning.
The second before she touched the ring, the man swung his arm and blocked her attack, keeping her from the ring.
Ye Wanwan furiously glared at him and attacked immediately. Within moments, the duo had exchanged dozens of blows.
The man's attacks weren't ferocious at all. They could even be considered nonchalant, but they securely blocked her attacks so much so that she couldn't even touch the ring for a millisecond.
"My esteemed Lord Asura, if I may ask, why the hell are you forcefully withholding another man's closely worn ring and unwilling to give it up?" Ye Wanwan shouted, affronted.
Was it that difficult for him to admit he was Si Yehan and he was jealous?
"And why are you doing this?" the man retorted instead, staring at her.
