"Y-you...why are you here?" She Jing was frozen from his place. Those glowing red eyes glaring behind She Lei frightened him to a degree that he could not even move a muscle.
He could feel the cold sweat streaming down from his forehead.
Crimson eyes that belongs, unmistakably, to White Bird, but...why is she in that getup? And how did that bastard She Lei know her?
"She Lei, you bastard! You were going behind dad's back the whole time?!"
She Lei raised a brow and chuckled. "Going behind his back?" He repeated. "Oh dear brother, you are mistaken..."
A blur suddenly appeared in She Jing's sight.
And before he knew it, a hand clutched his throat into a tight grip.
"Ack?!" She Jing yelped.
"I was never on his side since the beginning." He coldly said, gold eyes stared at him without any emotion.
Blue veins protruded from the back of his hand to his fingers. The pressure he was installing on a single hand, had rendered She Jing's struggles useless.