Xi Zirong was in no mood to bother with petty jealousy. The image of the man viciously lunging at Xu Su was too terrifying, filling him with a dread that chilled him to the bone.
Involuntary tears welled up in Xu Su's eyes from the pain. Xi Zirong gently coaxed her to release the hand clutching her shoulder and neck.
Three scratches, nearly ten centimeters long, stretched from the left side of her neck down to her collarbone. The skin was broken and bleeding, a horrifying sight.
Huang Feng and the others who had just gathered around cried out in shock.
Shen Chen's expression turned cold instantly. He turned to look at Little Huang Mao on the ground, his killing intent completely unconcealed.
It all happened too fast. In just a few minutes, the lively wedding banquet had devolved into chaos.
A few of Little Huang Mao's buddies had just helped him up, only for him to be kicked down again the very next second.
