The blond man trembled in fear and said, "Second Young Master, please, don't be mad at me this time. I really didn't do much; she hurt me and spilled a whole glass of wine on my face, uh—"
Before the blond man could finish speaking, he grimaced in pain.
It was Su Chengyu, who had grabbed some salt meant for mixing cocktails and then held the injured hand of the blond man.
Salt meeting a wound, it's no wonder the blond man was in such agony.
Su Chengyu tightly held the blond man's hand and smiled gently like a spring breeze, "Let's forget it this time, but open your eyes wide in the future. Not every woman is someone you can covet, or you might lose your life without even knowing why."
The blond man's body trembled with pain, but he didn't dare pull his hand away. This Su Ershao was already a big shot in S city, using his brother Su Changyi's influence, someone he couldn't afford to provoke.
