The woman on stage had been on his mind all afternoon, and he had been searching for her all evening. Yet here she was, dancing passionately and flaunting her charms for a multitude of men.
Seeing the various men in the audience drooling over her, some even shouting provocative slogans, the suppressed rage in him flared up like a wildfire, burning fiercely within him.
This woman did nothing, yet he constantly wanted to pack her away, hiding her from any man other than himself. Yet here she was, willingly stepping onto this filthy stage, prancing around and showing herself to so many men.
Damn it!
Sheng Qianchi's expression was as dark as ink, and under his gaze, there was a turbulent undercurrent like inky darkness.
He stepped into the dance floor, rudely tearing apart the frenzied dancers, startling them. But the moment they saw it was him, their anger subsided, and they silently lowered their heads.
Mo Jun was shocked and hurriedly went forward to clear a path for him.
