The cup on the edge of the tea table wobbled, then fell off the edge of the table, hit the ground and blossomed, with a crisp voice.

The crisp voice hit Ding Yiyi's heart. She jumped up and rushed out of the door, eager to escape.

Ye Nianmo immediately reached for her and stepped on the glass debris on her heel. The debris cut his skin, and a great deal of fresh blood came out, wetted the ground, and merged with the red mahogany floor.

As he watched her run to the porch, he suddenly snorted, his voice was painful, and Ding Yi stopped and looked back hesitantly.

Even though...