Even though the man's back was facing Qin Jiayan, he could tell from his stature that it was Su Qing's husband, Lin Mo.
As he pulled Su Qing's hair back to keep her staring at the ceiling, her struggling had caused a lot of the wine to spill, and the splashes looked like flowers painted on her white dress.
Qin Jiayan's heart contracted so tightly that he could no longer feel the pain from his hand pressing against the door so hard.
When the manager saw Qin Jiayan's hand still pressing against the door, he asked again, "Mr. Qin? Are you okay?"
Qin Jiayan's eyelids slightly moved as a reaction. He watched Su Qing for a few seconds before he calmly responded to the manager, "I'm fine," and then retracted his hand from the door.