Feng Yuran stepped on Yu Mingyong's body and walked up to her, "What happened? Why are you still here? It's getting late now. Let's leave the manor together." A cold smile hung on his handsome lips. He walked up to hold Mo Xuetong's hand without any hesitation and left.
There was a strange look in his eyes which were so similar to the devil's. His eyes shone with beauty under the sunlight and were extremely charming!
Was Feng Yuran angry? Why was he angry for no reason again...
Mo Xuetong did not understand why but knew that she should not annoy him at this juncture. She pulled her hand back slightly and said fearfully, "Your Highness, you're hurting me."
"You dared to cut your own neck. This barely hurts, what are you afraid of?" Feng Yuran turned around and settled his handsome gaze heatedly on Mo Xuetong. He suddenly smiled, which made him appear even more charming. However, he loosened his grip and did not pull her along.
