Qin Huaixin was tied to a chair, her mouth also gagged, and now she lay on the ground, fear the only thing left in her once sparkling eyes.
It must have been her reaction to hearing his voice that led her to fall to the ground.
Leng Yixing's eyes were pained by the scene before him; his gaze shifted from Qin Huaixin to the man, radiating extreme malice.
The man noticed his presence and turned around, laughing disdainfully, "How boring, to be disturbed while handling my own woman."
Whether it was the phrase "handling my own woman" that infuriated Leng Yixing, no one saw his movement clearly, the next second, a howl was heard, followed by the sight of Leng Yixing crouched on the ground, throwing fierce punches.
"Damn it! Lu Xiao, you bastard! Since when did my woman become your woman? You dare to lay your hands on my woman, I'll blast your head off with a bullet!"
