Ling Tianyu, cradling Song Yanwu in his arms, looked at the fringe of her hair. A strand had been pulled, and blood trickled down, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
He took off his suit jacket and draped it over her.
"Wait here," Ling Tianyu said softly to Song Yanwu and walked to the center of the grass.
"I'll give you two choices," Ling Tianyu said, looking at Li Fei and Xiang Zhun. He didn't care why they were there nor had any interest in finding out, but the fact that they had hit one of his own was non-negotiable.
Ling Tianyu walked over to a table laden with fruit and cake, picked up two sharp fruit knives, and returned to his spot.
"First, stab yourself three times, or second, I twist your heads off," Ling Tianyu stated emotionlessly, planting the two knives into the ground and coldly fixing his gaze on the two of them.