Chapter 29

I moved my lips slightly and wanted to explain, "my friend asked me to come here. I didn't know he was here. If I knew..."

"Does it hurt?" He interrupted my explanation.

Subconsciously, I covered my injured left face with my hand and shook my head gently, not daring to say it hurt.

He sneered and stretched out his hand, pinching my swollen face with his slender fingers.

"Ouch..." I winced in pain and took a deep breath.

"What?" I was stunned, as if I was guessing what he meant.

"Or you don't want to?" When he said this, his eyes were filled with coldness.

Hearing this, my heart suddenly tightened.

Without any hesitation, I turned around and strode towards the box.

Otis were still there. He sat on the chair in low spirits and drank himself.

Hearing the footsteps into the box, he immediately looked up and asked, "what are you doing here?" He glared at me.