Yan Xinxin sat dazedly on the sofa, as if a scene played out before her eyes...
"Click."
She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but the sound of the door opening brought her back to reality.
She turned her head slightly and saw Mo Chuxi walking toward her.
His face was cold and stern, his brows laced with frost.
The black shirt he was wearing looked a little wrinkled and disheveled,
and what was even stranger was that his right hand seemed swollen and bloody.
It looked as though… he had just been in a fight.
"Invincible, invincible…"
Yan Xinxin stared at him in confusion, but suddenly she heard the sound of an ambulance coming from downstairs.
Her thoughts jolted, and she abruptly stood up.
"You went to find Xiao Yiran? You hurt him?"
"For Yize's sake, not killing him was mercy enough."
Mo Chuxi responded indifferently, his lips parting, though the darkness in his eyes had yet to fade.
