Niuwa's eyes first sparkled when he saw Lin Nianhe, then the little guy's brows knitted together. With every step Lin Nianhe took closer, his brows tightened more.
Lin Nianhe glanced at him, his expression devoid of anything extra, aside from a trace of chill and menace that deepened in his eyes.
Blood was smeared over Niuwa's little head, even staining his eyelids crimson.
Lin Nianhe forced himself to look away, glancing at Zheng Shan instead.
Zheng Shan was the same as always, her face expressionless, her gaze fixed on Lin Nianhe.
Seeing that the two had only suffered minor flesh wounds, Lin Nianhe didn't say anything and turned his gaze back to Zhang Changjiang, gesturing with his chin, "I'm asking you, isn't that inappropriate?"
Zhang Changjiang regained his composure, his smile revealing his teeth.
