She might have only seen a fraction of the cruelty he is capable of.
Mo Beiyan sat at the edge of the bed, his head hung low, staring at his hands as a terrifying crimson surged in his eyes.
The low pressure in the bedroom was dreadfully palpable...
The phone kept ringing.
Moo Huantong clutched the bedsheet tightly with one hand, her mouth formed words but only disjointed syllables came out, "You... if…"
"Shut up!"
Mo Beiyan suddenly stood up, striding over to the phone, he picked it up and savagely slammed it to the ground!
Bang!
Parts flew everywhere…
Mo Beiyan raised his hand to his forehead, his heavy breaths were starkly audible in the silence, he paced back and forth and then abruptly kicked hard at the floor-to-ceiling window!
Crash—a tremendous noise—
The huge glass window cracked at the center, shards scattered everywhere.
