"How does it feel to have your prideful face ruined?"
"Quite good," Ye Haofan replied calmly.
After all, Han Yingying did not love that face, keeping it or not made no difference, and he never thought that face was good-looking.
Watching Ye Haofan's gaze never leave that unconscious woman, the man suddenly burst into wild laughter, loud enough to echo through the empty warehouse. He finally knew how to panic that man.
The knife was raised again, stabbed straight into Ye Haofan's left eye, turning the dark green iris into a sea of blood, and the whole world turned blood-red.
Ye Haofan suddenly looked at the man, his voice sounding as if it came from hell: "I want you dead."
He actually dared to destroy the eyes that watched Han Yingying. He must die!
The man laughed crazily, raising the dagger high and plunging it toward Ye Haofan's right eye.
"No!" Han Yingying watched in horror as Ye Haofan, covered in blood, faced the dagger stabbing directly towards him, gleaming coldly.
