Qin Yinan's arms that reached out toward Song Qingchun stopped in mid-air awkwardly. After a while, he realized what had happened and raised his head to follow Song Qingchun as she was picked up from the floor.
Su Zhinian was wearing a simple white shirt, but it was rather rumpled, probably because he had just been in a physical scuffle. One of the buttons on his sleeves had popped open to reveal his muscular lower arm.
His carved features wore a frighteningly cold expression. Fury and menace danced within his gaze, and his presence seemed to suggest that he was about to bring the world down.
His usual aloofness lent him an approachable aura, but Su Zhinian in the peak of his anger commanded a powerful presence. One glance at him and a chill would run down one's spine.
However, even in such conditions, his looks were still as captivating as ever.