Seeing Lan Yisha's deflated look, Xia Yumo almost couldn't help laughing out loud, but she knew enough was enough, so she didn't continue talking.
Just as Xia Yumo was carrying her luggage and preparing to go upstairs, Han Yanshuo grabbed her luggage first, then held her wrist without saying a word, and she quickly ran to the third floor.
But Ye Jinran's hand that had not yet had time to reach out stopped abruptly. He couldn't help but began to hate himself. Why did he always have to take care of that damn face? Why did he slow down Han Yanshuo again?
His fists tightened suddenly and unconsciously, and even his pupils radiated a cold light.
Suddenly, Ye Jinran used all her strength to punch the glass at the entrance, and glass shards began to fly everywhere.
Then the red blood dripped down drop by drop on the pure white floor between his fingers, and just formed an enchanting bloody red flower, which looked very shocking.
Lan Yisha was really frightened by Ye Jinran's behavior, and even suspected that he had masochistic disorder, otherwise how could he hurt herself for no reason!
"Young Master Ye, are you...are you okay?" Lan Yisha approached Ye Jinran with some fear, and then asked him timidly.
"Go away!" Ye Jinran's expression was extremely cold, and even her voice turned into an impatient growl.
Lan Yisha wished she could stay far away from him! So after hearing those two words he said, she immediately fled out of the villa.
But at this moment, Ye Jinran suddenly raised his head, and then a ghostly sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth...
Yumo, I'm here to find you.
Ye Jinran shook her bleeding hand nonchalantly, then strode upstairs and went straight to Xia Yumo's room.