The slap hung in mid-air, ultimately not daring to fall.
Zeyan grabbed Ruan Mengxi's hand and forcefully pried open her palm, revealing the bloodstains from where the bracelet had cut into her, with broken skin, bleeding, and swollen redness.
His Adam's apple rolled forcefully, as if something had just cut through his heart.
A piercing pain.
"I'm fine." Ruan Mengxi tried to retract her hand, but he held it tightly.
Zeyan's gaze fell on her slightly disheveled clothes and hair, gritting his teeth, his jaw tense, he scanned everyone present one by one, speaking slowly and icily.
"Who did it?"
Although Zeyan was not considered a gentleman, he was recognized within his circle for his good temper. Today, he was dressed in a dignified and formal suit, wearing an overcoat that reached his knees, exuding noble elegance.
Only his tie was slightly disheveled, giving off a casual and lazy vibe.
But the coldness and sharpness in his eyes were chilling.
"Speak, who did it!"
