The sharp lines of his profile were etched with a certain steely coldness, his lips pressed tightly together, and his originally warm black eyes were now dark and heavy.
It was like a vortex that held her fixed in place for a moment.
At this moment, Tang Shu finally understood why some people in the business world said that Jing Yu acted with swift decisiveness and seemed unapproachable.
By the time she regained her bearings, he was only a step away from her.
"Are you injured?"
What?
Tang Shu was startled and then followed his gaze to her left shoulder, "It seems I've grazed it..."
She hadn't even been aware of the pain; there was just a tear in her jacket.
"First, go to the tent to treat the wound."
Her right hand was taken by a warm and strong hand, and Jing Yu led her into the nearest tent. As they passed by Yin Dong and Lin Chuan, Tang Shu only had time to catch a glimpse of their ghostly pale faces.