Back out your shitty fingers

A thin line of blood trickled down his forehead and his brows slightly furrowed as the stone crashed on his head.

"Bro!"

"Jinhai!"

Liu Hai and Jing were horrified. Liu Hai checked on his wound, and thankfully it wasn't serious.

He dangerously glared at the crowd, and all the reporters backed away several steps in pure fear. Even if he was happy-go-lucky most of the time, that didn't mean he didn't get angry.

And when he was, it was not a good sight to behold.

The guards immediately surrounded Jinhai in a protective stance.

"Who was it?" Liu Hai growled, his gaze turning dark.

Nobody had the guts to say anything. Even the one who threw the stone hid in the crowd of reporters.

Jinhai raised his hand and said, "It's okay, Dad."

"Bro, you are hurt! I will call a doctor right now!" He looked at him in concern, and his heart ached to see his brother admonished like that.