A shard flew past Mo Lan's ear; she reached out, picked it up, and without any hesitation, dragged it across her face, creating a gash...
Qi Ruigang stared in shock at her actions, his mind momentarily blank.
Mo Lan's clear eyes directly met his, and they were like a mirror. Strangely enough, Qi Ruigang saw his own vile face reflected in her eyes.
With a new bloody mark on her face, Mo Lan dropped the shard and then came the screams!
"Ah—Ah—"
Before Qi Ruigang could react, servants from outside rushed in.
"Madam, what's wrong with you?!"
"Get out, get the hell out!" Qi Ruigang immediately yelled angrily.
All the servants paused in their tracks; they saw the wound on Mo Lan's face, they saw the whip in Qi Ruigang's hand...
Each one's expression bore the same guess: the young master must be hurting the young madam again.
Qi Ruigang naturally understood their thoughts.
Damn it, for the first time, he felt an overwhelming sense of being unable to defend himself.
