C30 She Met the Masked Man Again!

This ring. ...

Tang Nuanyang was shocked. That night, she had seen this ring in Dubai. This ring was worn by the magician who tried to take advantage of her, but why was he here?

She looked up. Under the moonlight, the man was wearing a silver suit, a silver mask on his face, and a glass of champagne in his hand. The only difference was that this time, he was not wearing a tall hat. His hair was black, so he was from China.

She stood up and pointed at him. Although the ring was the same, and his height was similar to the magician's, she was still not sure that they were the same person.

"We meet again." The masked man smiled at her.

"Is it really you?" Tang Nuanyang remembered the last time he hugged her and tried to force a kiss on her. She subconsciously took two steps back and looked at the clubhouse over there. She asked, "Are you here to perform magic?"

She tried her best to make herself look as relaxed as possible. Then, she searched for a way to escape.

Seeing her retreat, the masked man approached her without a trace. He gave her a charming smile. He said, "I'll perform magic. Do you want to see this? This is magic that I've prepared meticulously for the charity party."

Luo Juntian also came to attend this charity party. It was such a coincidence. Who was this man? Why did she meet him twice in a row?

But no matter who he was, He was a dangerous person.

"It's getting late, I should go." Tang Nuanyang decisively ended the conversation with him and turned to leave.

"Wait a moment." The masked man chased after her and he grabbed her arm.

The wound at the same place split open for the second time and Tang Nuanyang's face instantly turned pale. She said, "Let go of me."

"What's wrong with you? I only pulled you lightly. You're not that weak, are you?" The masked man let go of her. He felt that something was wrong with her. She looked very painful. Could it be that she was injured?

Tang Nuanyang did not say anything. She turned around and continued walking.

The masked man went up to stop her. He said, "What's wrong with you?"

Tang Nuanyang covered her wound and walked to one side. He blocked her. She walked to the other side and he blocked the other side. In short, he did not let her pass.

"Sir, what do you want? I want to go home now. Can you please let me go?" She said weakly.

"Unless you tell me what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine. Even if something happens to me, it has nothing to do with you. Please step aside, or I'll call the police." Tang Nuanyang's tone became firm.

The masked man looked at her for a while but did not show any intention of moving away. He continued to ask, "What's wrong with you?"

"This matter has nothing to do with you." Tang Nuanyang held back her anger and said coldly. She quickly brushed past him and her arm accidentally brushed past his sleeve.

She quickly ran away from the scene.

The masked man frowned as he stared at her back. His starry eyes narrowed slightly.

In the blink of an eye, he saw the blood on his sleeve. His eyes were filled with astonishment as his breathing quickened. His eyes were filled with pain. His fingers trembled as they touched the blood. In an instant, it was as if the blood had fallen from his fingertips.

Tang Nuanyang ran far away in one breath. Seeing that he did not catch up, she stopped and stood by the roadside to wait for the taxi.

The red taxi slowly drove from the left to her side. She opened the door and sat inside. Behind her, a black sports car was silently approaching her. The moment she sat in the car, the people in the sports car saw her face clearly. By the time she sat in the car, the sports car had already driven over.

Why did she come?

When she got home, Tang Nuanyang quickly went upstairs. Her shirt was already wet. When she opened the door, she saw Luo Juntian sitting on the European sofa and looking at her.

"Where did you go?" He asked slowly.