It was as if he was a beast on the verge of a violent outburst, liable to lose control at any moment.
"What... what's wrong with him?" Rong Wei asked, her voice trembling, unable to complete her sentence in fear.
Gu Nanqiao didn't want others to know about his drug addiction, so she casually made an excuse, "He's sick, sometimes he loses his mind, that's all."
Huo Jingting casually grabbed a cup and smashed it onto the ground, roaring at Gu Nanqiao, "Go back, leave with her!"
"Crash—"
The sound of shattering glass echoed, breaking into countless pieces on the floor.
Rong Wei, scared, kept retreating. What kind of illness is this?
She backed up from one wall to another, but the room was only so big, no matter where she retreated, she couldn't escape this horrifying scene.
Huo Jingting raised his head slightly, his facial muscles twitched, clearly on the brink of losing control.
His eyes were like they'd been washed in blood.
