After Shen Ru had humiliated him both openly and subtly in the restaurant, Sang Ming simply couldn't swallow his anger.
The president of the Dark Night Guild had sunk his teeth into Shen Ru's neck without a care for where they were. That possessive act, coupled with Shen Ru's earlier claim that they were father and son, said it all.
Even an idiot would have realized he'd been played.
Since the gentleman he liked was the president of the Dark Night Guild, and Shen Ru had asked him about the Silent Photo Studio, Sang Ming immediately figured out where the two were headed next.
Judging by Shen Ru's face and figure, he hardly seemed like one of those reckless desperadoes from the Infinite Channel. At most, he'd gotten this far by clinging to the president.
If Shen Ru could do it, why couldn't he?
Once that malicious jealousy consumed him, Sang Ming couldn't sit still any longer. To engineer a second chance encounter, he decided to try his luck at the Silent Photo Studio.
Judging by the current situation, he'd certainly encountered them, but his luck hadn't been very good.
"Oh?"
Shen Ru hadn't expected Sang Ming to follow them into this instance like a haunting ghost. Apparently, the man's fixation on President Mo ran a little deeper than he'd imagined.
The instant Sang Ming closed his eyes, vicious malice flashed through Shen Ru's red eyes.
Shen Ru activated his talent and instantly moved behind the ghost. An icy laugh rang out as his clenched fist came crashing down.
The creature's slender body had grown slippery in the rain. During its struggle with the young man, its sharp fingers slashed the corner of his eye.
The stinging pain assaulted Shen Ru's nerves. The surge of neural activity and the