Following the lines of a sharply defined hand, Luo Xueying's eyes widened. "Ou… Ou Jue?"
Why would Young Master Ou be here!
There was a thin layer of gloom on Ou Jue's handsome face. His dark eyes silently bore into her, cold and piercing as frost!
Such… such a terrifying gaze…
The pain from her wrist made Luo Xueying scrunch up her delicate face, letting out a pitiful wail. "It hurts, it hurts…!"
Ou Jue mercilessly shoved her away.
"Ah—" Luo Xueying cried out, her whole body crashing into a nearby shelf.
She rubbed her reddened wrist, looking utterly wronged.
Luo Mingchuan hurried forward to help Luo Xueying up, his face filled with anger. But how could he dare say anything to Ou Jue?
His girlfriend had been "bullied," yet all he could do was plaster on a smile and say, "Young Master Ou, Xueying didn't seem to have done anything wrong, did she? Why treat her like this…?"
