Guess Who’s Fighting Again?

After receiving Sian's kick, the man dropped to his knees. It was clear that Sian's attack had been anything but gentle. Standing before the fallen man, Sian grabbed his hair roughly, forcing him to look up and meet his gaze. The man who had attacked him was the one with black eyes—handsome and radiant. Well, not anymore.

Sian sneered, his voice laced with mockery and anger. "Listen, you. I don't like being attacked from behind. If it weren't obvious that you're friends with Lan Qisheng, I would've buried you here myself."

His next words were directed at the honey-eyed man and the woman approaching him. "And you two… You'd better behave. Even if I can't kill you, I have a thousand ways to make you wish you were dead."

"We're sorry. I didn't expect my brother to attack you," the man said, bowing his head in sincere apology. Then, he added, "We apologize on his behalf. So, could you let him go, please?"