Yet Jiang Xun was surprisingly calm.
There was no expression on his beautiful face.
No rage, no cursing. Even his usual carefree, indolent air was gone.
He simply stood quietly in the middle of the courtyard, looking at the people holding up phones and carrying fill lights as though they were piles of dog shit he had accidentally stepped in.
"Who threw the egg?"
The courtyard fell silent the instant he spoke.
Even the comments in the red-haired streamer's livestream paused for a moment, as though the hundreds of thousands of people on the other side of the screen had held their breath too.
No one answered.
Jiang Xun stepped around Shen Wangjing and moved forward. The entire front row stepped back in unison.
"I'll ask one more time. Who threw the egg?"
Near the back of the crowd, a young man in a baseball cap was shoved by his companion. He stumbled and nearly fell out of the group.
Once he regained his footing, his face flushed bright red. He stiffened his neck and blustered, "I threw it. So what? You gonna hack me up?"
Jiang Xun tilted his head, his beautiful eyes curving into crescents, dimples showing clearly in his cheeks.
"What? Scared I'll hack you up? You think I'm like you, with my brains in my heels?"
That step forced Baseball Cap backward. His heel caught on the threshold of the courtyard gate, and he tipped back, barely saved from sprawling on his back by the wall of people behind him.
Jiang Xun stopped looking at him and swept his gaze over the densely packed phone cameras before him.
Behind those dark lenses were tens of thousands of livestream viewers, their comments visibly scrolling at a frantic pace.
He reached out and pulled the red-haired streamer's selfie