"Smash!"
The sound of a wine glass shattering was piercing, the dark red liquid flowing freely, creating a stark visual contrast with the white floor.
The surrounding diners turned to look at the two, but the screen divider made it impossible to see what was happening inside.
The restaurant staff acted quickly, cleaning up the shards and wine stains from the floor, then replacing the wine glass, all within less than two minutes.
Mu Jin Huan's hand was still in the air, his black eyes like a storm that could destroy everything, yet on the surface, he remained calm.
His gaze swept once over the A4 paper on the table, a wedding ring, an ink-colored brocade box...
Finally, it moved upward, stopping on the face of the woman smiling gently.
Seemingly ignoring her words, he withdrew his hand from the air, elegantly tidying his cuff.
His voice was as deep as ever, "If you're full, let's go home."
"I said," Nan Wan still smiling, "we should div…"
