Mo Nanjue's expression was somber as he glared coldly, suddenly pushing away the beauty beside him and standing up to walk towards Tong Ran.
Feeling someone approaching, Tong Ran, who was considerably drunk, mistook him for another person urging her to drink. She furrowed her brows and, raising the bottle in her hand, smashed it straight down!
"Young Master Jue!"
Someone exclaimed from beside him. Mo Nanjue, with his quick reflexes, dodged to the side. He reached out and wrapped his arms around Tong Ran's waist, and in the next instant, the bottle flew from her hand, grazing the back of his head and violently smashing against the golden wall—
Clang!
"Oh my god..." the woman accompanying him for drinks patted her chest, "That scared me to death..."
It was such a close call, the bottle nearly hit him on the head...
Mo Nanjue's face was the color of iron, and as he looked down at the woman struggling in his arms, he felt wave after wave of rage erupting from his chest.
