Shen Yuting, in a drunken haze, stared at Jiang Liu and shouted angrily, "Let go of me, all of you let go of me."
"Yuting, don't move." Jiang Liu held her tightly in his arms, including her uninjured hand, his eyes filled with compassion.
"It hurts, it hurts so much."
Unable to break free, Shen Yuting didn't know if it was her hand hurting, or if it was the tight grip of Jiang Liu causing her body pain. Tears slid down her cheeks as she murmured, "Mo Xiuchen, it hurts so much!"
The words "Mo Xiuchen, it hurts so much" expelled all compassion from Jiang Liu's eyes. His tall frame stiffened, and his handsome features hardened inch by inch.
Wen Ran, who had just entered the room, also slightly changed his expression.
Next to her, Mo Xiuchen's eyes turned colder, a hint of disgust flashed through them, and his good-looking eyebrows furrowed in anger.
He really despised this Shen Yuting.
