If he didn't care about face, he would probably just barge in with a knife and kill him.,The voice from above was extremely cold, and the hands clutching his shoulders were also icy.,He looked up, confused and impatient, but still bent down and hugged her. Wen Xueluo was still lying there. He became suspicious and just as he was about to let go of Xie Shuning, a sharp pain suddenly came to his chest.。