It was no use; Xie Shang held grudges. He stepped on the man's hand that had tried to push him away and picked up the scissors from the ground.
"Xie Shang!"
Xie Shang stopped, almost instinctively, and turned back to look at Wen Changling.
His eyes were bloodshot. After a few seconds, without looking at Wen Changling, he continued what he was doing, raised his hand, and the sharp point of the scissors aimed at the man's palm.
What he intended to do, no one could stop him.
It was always like that.
Wen Changling pulled on his clothes from behind, "Enough."
It was that tone again, a direct command.
Xie Shang felt somewhat unclear-headed; sleeping pills made him unable to think, and his brain, due to a developed habit, would inertially obey a certain command.
Wen Changling said enough.