580 One Man Sat on Her Left, While the Other Sat on Her Right, Placing Her Right Between Them

As Mo Jingshen spoke, the anger in his expression was more distinct than it had ever been. Anyone could see that he had been provoked.

Hearing these words, Ji Nuan immediately tried to move her hand back when she felt an aching pain around her wrist. She turned to look at the man who had already tugged her hand back and met his ink-black eyes.

A distant, burning fire could now be seen in his typically deep and indifferent eyes. As he watched her, it felt as though his gaze would burn her alive. His body was tight with tension, revealing his current rage and tolerance.

Ji Nuan had never seen Mo Jingshen openly mad; it was also rare for him to become angered.

She felt that Mo Jingshen had never shown such a targetted rage before.

Her heart shrunk slightly, but she knitted her brows. "Pain…"