The room went silent.
That was all the confirmation they needed.
Du Zhen let out a low laugh. "Can't blame you. She really is something. Honestly, probably the most beautiful woman I've seen recently."
A grin spread across Han Qi's face. "Well, makes sense. With a face like that anyone would lose their mind."
Jiang Rui smirked lazily. "She seems like the cold beauty types. If she were mine, I wouldn't let her leave my bed, much less my house."
Jiang Rui chuckled darkly. "Bet she's amazing when she lets go. Cold beauties are always..."
He never finished. Because the temperature in the room seemed to shatter.
CRASH.
The glass in Mo Yuzhen's hand slammed against the table and shattered into pieces, shards scattering across the floor. The sound echoed harshly.
The laughter died immediately. All the women in the room gasped, frightened. All three men stared in shock.
