Chapter 115 - 113 I’ll Kill You, You Wretch
Shen Yinning neither dodged nor avoided; instead, she mockingly lifted her exquisitely curved, snow-white jaw.
Lu Ying was calmly seated on a circle-back chair, enjoying his tea.
The powerful sound of an approaching fist reached his ears. He lifted his eyelids, casually flicking the teacup in his hand. The cup, carried by the swirling wind, shot straight toward Shen Xinglei!
The teacup collided mid-air with Shen Xinglei’s fist with uncanny precision!
Though it was just a small teacup, Shen Xinglei felt his knuckles tremble in pain as if struck by lightning. His fist could no longer advance even a fraction of an inch!
In the next moment, the porcelain teacup shattered, countless fragments embedding into his fist. Blood and flesh intermingled in a grisly, horrifying sight!
Clutching his injured hand with a face darkened with rage, Shen Xinglei’s lips quivered as he snarled, "Crown Prince?!"
"Attacking a woman in broad daylight—what kind of proper conduct is that?" Lu Ying’s voice was cold and sharp. "Still not backing down?"
Grinding his teeth, Shen Xinglei had no choice but to retreat awkwardly to Shen Xinghan’s side. His eyes, venomous as if laced with poison, remained locked onto Shen Yinning.
The guests did not speak, but their impressions of Shen Xinglei had plummeted to rock bottom.