A man was undoing his belt, his shirt buttons already undone. Qin Huaixin was tied to a chair, her mouth gagged, now lying on the ground, the once sparkling eyes reduced to nothing but fear.
Presumably, the sound just now was her dropping to the ground upon hearing his voice.
Leng Yixing's eyes were fiercely stung by the scene in front of him, his gaze shifting from Qin Huaixin to the man, utterly ruthless.
The man noticed his presence, turned his head, and sneered disdainfully, "How boring, to be interrupted while doing business with my own woman."
Whether it was the phrase "doing business with my own woman" that provoked Leng Yixing or not, no one saw his movement clearly; in the next second, only a wail was heard, followed by the sight of Leng Yixing crouched on the ground, furiously throwing punches.
"Damn it! Lu Xiao, you bastard! Since when did my woman become your woman? You dare to touch what's mine, motherfucker, I'll blast you with a gun!"
