Duan Tingxuan's eyes were wrapped in a thousand-year-old frost at this moment.
His usually calm and unruffled eyes were now surging with terrifying undercurrents, even a touch of crimson gathered at the corners.
"I don't want to see her, but there are things I must get to the bottom of."
He actually mistook his savior, even implicated himself—such a ridiculous thing.
It was his own stupidity, mistaking his savior, there's no one else to blame.
His voice trembled due to extreme anger, and his fingertips quivered as he spoke.
In his extreme rage, his whole body screamed with the intent to kill.
No matter how Dong Baishang treated him before, he never thought of harming her in the slightest, even if disappointed, even if cold-hearted, he never thought of hurting her or doing anything against her.
But at this moment, he was filled with killing intent.
Duan Tingshu looked at his big brother, worriedly asked, "Brother, you... you're alright?"
