Since he had chosen to treat her as a stranger, why bother with whether she lived or died?
The one he should be concerned about was the woman he had a date with last night.
Lily ignored the man's words, stubbornly continuing to pick up the pieces of glass with her head bowed.
"I told you to stop picking them up." The man barked sternly, roughly grabbing the disobedient right hand of the woman.
"Ouch—" Lily winced slightly in pain, feeling a sudden ache in the palm of her right hand.
A red liquid quickly flowed out from the center of her hand.
"You..." The man was so angry he felt like grabbing the little woman, putting her across his knees, and spanking her.
He was already not good at interacting with people, especially women.
He had only seen her right hand reaching for a piece of glass and grabbed her wrist to stop her, not knowing that she was already holding another piece in the palm of that hand.