For a moment, the living room fell into a deathly silence.
Qin Jun stood motionless, his eyes fixed on Xu Long.
'The face he's wearing now, it's his.'
Those words repeated in his mind.
Once.
Twice.
Then something inside him snapped.
Rage surged through his veins, burning away the grief that had consumed him only moments earlier.
His head turned sharply toward Liu Shan.
Before anyone could react, Qin Jun strode across the living room.
He seized Liu Shan by the collar of his coat and violently hauled him to his feet.
"AND YOU DIDN'T THINK WE SHOULD KNOW?!"
His furious roar shattered the silence.
He raised his fist, ready to strike the assistant, but stopped himself at the last moment, his jaw clenched tightly as he struggled to contain his anger.
Liu Shan stumbled forward, his hands instinctively gripping Qin Jun's wrists.
Qin Jun's face had turned crimson. His eyes were bloodshot, his jaw trembling from the force of the emotions he was struggling to contain.
