The Fight

She turned around and her mouth fell open in surprise, "Mo Han?!"

What was he doing here?! Mo Han's eyes seemed to have flames in them, and if one could cause harm from glaring, then the man would have probably died ten times over already.

"Who are you?! Go away and stop sticking your nose in other people's business," the man said frustratingly, not afraid of this unknown mysterious man.

This only made Mo Han's face darken even more as he furrowed his eyebrows together, ignoring the man as he looked down at An Luxia, walking around the couch and kicking away the pile of tiny glass pieces as he bent down near An Luxia, "Are you okay?"

An Luxia smiled immediately, nodding her head sweetly as she grabbed onto his hand, "I'm okay now." 

He seemed to always appear whenever she needed him most. Maybe this was also a part of fate and destiny. Mo Han's expression softened slightly when he heard that and stood up, pulling An Luxia up with him.