Charging ahead, they finally reached the Yáng Residence. Before leaving, he had been perfectly composed, but after this frantic run, he was drenched in sweat. He tugged his wrist away from Yang Yizhi’s grip and saw that it had been grabbed red; only then did the stinging pain begin to register.
Seeing Yang Yizhi so utterly distraught made Zhao Yan want to slap him. If there was a problem, he should just say it. Standing there with a face full of agony while remaining silent—he wasn't a mind reader; how was he supposed to know what was going on?
"Brother Yang, what on earth has happened?"
Chapter 545