The frown on Glasses Man's face was twisted out of shape; in his eyes there wasn't just anger, but a lot of helplessness, and even more that suffocating frustration buried in his chest with no way to explode.
Tian Qing's breathing grew heavier and heavier, the whole person looking like some dangerous object no one dared get close to.
Unable to bear the attacks online, he directly spat blood; in an instant the glass turned a bright red, that shade of blood, the kind of red that grabs you by the throat.
"Young Master, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
Glasses Man hurried forward to support Tian Qing; he had never seen Tian Qing like this before and was scared half to death in that moment.
"120, call 120, quick!"
Glasses Man shouted anxiously at the little assistant, and the assistant hurriedly dialed 120.
Tian Qing's face was full of despair, and Glasses Man saw it all.
