Leng Yan hurriedly pulled the quilt over her, yanked the towel from her mouth, and violently hurled it at Zhou Boliang's face. Then, he delivered a fierce kick to Zhou Boliang's stomach: "Zhou Boliang, still watching? If you don't get out, do you plan to stay until you're blind!"
What woman of his? He didn't have time to explain now; seeing what Zhou Boliang did to Ji Wei, he wanted to beat Zhou Boliang until he was unconscious.
Zhou Boliang quickly scrambled up, too panicked to even put on his shoes: "Young Master Leng, spare me, I really didn't know she was your woman. If I had known, not even with a hundred guts would I dare."
Not daring to look at anything, he apologized with his head lowered and scurried out.
Wen Nuan looked at Leng Yan, listening to Zhou Boliang's words, and bit her teeth coldly, leaning against the side.
"Yan~"
As soon as Ji Wei's mouth was free, she burst into tears with a loud cry, tears flowing like a breached dam.
