When Huo Zhanting, standing on the second floor, once again saw Yu Lan openly holding Yu Wenzhou's hand, his thin lips pressed into a tight line. A strange, irritable anger welled up in his chest and shot straight to his head.
A top 3S-level male's control over his emotions was terrifyingly perfect. He rarely had moments where he lost control like this. It was truly bizarre.
Huo Zhanting thought it over and over, finally settling on a single reason: he simply couldn't stand watching Yu Lan continue to flaunt her affection in front of him. 'Does she think she owns the place? Does she really believe this is how she'll get our attention?'
The faint sound of shattering glass could be heard in the air.
"Marshal!"
Su Xingye's worried voice called out a warning.
Huo Zhanting had actually crushed the wine glass in his hand.
But at that moment, Yu Lan was already leading Yu Wenzhou toward the back courtyard of the banquet hall.
