Han Jingnian saw the petite figure dart into the study and stand in front of Han Zhijin, stopping himself just a fraction of a second from smashing the lamp.
"What are you doing here?" Despite his rage not yet having subsided, Han Jingnian's tone was still very cold, but his manner was noticeably softer, "This has nothing to do with you, get out!"
Xia Wan'an not only didn't leave, but instead took a few steps towards Han Jingnian, "What's the matter, can't you talk about it nicely? Why get so angry?"
Han Jingnian moved his lips but didn't retort.
When Xia Wan'an stopped in front of the desk, she saw that Han Jingnian was still holding onto the lamp and spoke up again, "The lamp is made of brass; isn't it heavy for you to hold?"
Han Jingnian moved his lips again but remained silent. However, after more than ten seconds, he slowly placed the lamp back on the desk.
It was then that Xia Wan'an noticed that Han Jingnian's arm was seeping a lot of blood.
