The silence in the private room was so profound that one could hear a pin drop.
Realizing this, Bian Xunzhou furrowed his brows so tightly it seemed a fly could have been crushed between them. Suddenly, his glass shattered in his palm; blood mixed with liquor dripped onto the polished floor. Yet, as if he felt no pain, he let out a long, relieved sigh.
"Brother Zhou!"
Yu Xichuan exclaimed in alarm, hurriedly grabbing tissues from the side to press against the wound to stop the bleeding. "What are you doing?"
Qiao Wanyun was equally confused. Could there be some hidden story behind all this?
Chapter 101