A piercing scream rang out as Xia Cheng clutched his head, fresh blood streaming through his fingers and spilling onto the creamy cashmere carpet, reminiscent of red plum blossoms diffusing on white paper – a startling yet captivating sight.
It all happened in the blink of an eye. Xia Ning, who was slow to realize what had happened, looked towards Xia Guoxiong to see the porcelain bowl he'd been holding was now gone, likely the same one now shattered at Xia Cheng's feet, still spinning pieces around him.
Xia Guoxiong's anger had been intense prior to this, wrecking quite a few things, but he had never attacked Xia Cheng's head. It was obvious how furious Xia Cheng must have made Xia Guoxiong to provoke such an act.