Xia Yuqing took a deep breath and explained everything, leaving out no detail. As she spoke, she watched the change in Lu Jinchen's face.
The softness in his eyes slowly vanished, replaced by a dark, cold anger. His jaw clenched tightly, and a storm began to brew in his expression. The shadows beneath his eyes deepened. His usual calmness turned deadly.
His eyes no longer looked warm—they looked dangerous.
"Jinchen…" she said softly, placing her hand gently on his arm. She hoped this would give him some comfort. After all, his mother was almost harmed by a monster tonight.
He looked at her then, straight into her eyes. There was no warmth left in his gaze. His voice was sharp and steady. "Where is she?"
"She's in the guest room downstairs. With your… father," she answered.
