Back at Jiang Angge's residence, Ye Qing's face was full of anger. He couldn't express the frustration and discomfort he felt inside, making his already chiselled features twist with fury.
Such a furious expression, coupled with the cuts on Ye Qing's face, made him look particularly disheveled.
"Ye Qing, what happened?"
At this moment, seeing the wounds on Ye Qing's face, Jiang Angge asked in puzzlement, "What happened, what's wrong with your face!?"
In his words, Jiang Angge's voice was full of surprise. He couldn't fathom why Ye Qing's face would show such wounds and expression.
"Lu Yu did this."
Hearing this, Ye Qing took a deep breath. He looked at Jiang Angge with cold eyes, "I fell into Lu Yu's trap and nearly died at his hands!"
In his words, Ye Qing's voice was dangerously low. His fists were clenched tightly, his tone icy cold.
"What!?"
