"What happened here?" Zhuo Xiangqiao frowned as he looked at the messy room, speaking to Wei Ziyun. He glanced around; there were even traces of smashed glass on the wall.
Zhuo Xiangqiao covered his nose and looked towards the two people entangled together, shards still scattered around them.
"Get up already!" Zhuo Xiangqiao commanded, looking at the two people fighting on the ground.
Wei Ziyun glanced at Lian Cheng, who he was pinning down. His hand was still clutching Lian Cheng's collar, looking down at the person whose eyes had reddened intensely with emotions screaming "frustrated at not fighting back."
Hearing Zhuo Xiangqiao's words, he released his grip on Lian Cheng's collar and stood up with a huff.
He reached to wipe the corner of his mouth. The moment Wei Ziyun touched the wound from his scuffle with Lian Cheng, he let out a very faint hiss of pain.
