The person on her back seemed very uncomfortable, dissatisfiedly smacked his lips, and muttered in a low voice, "Lu Zhiang, stop moving."
As soon as the words "Lu Zhiang" were spoken, even the air went quiet.
The female bodyguard didn't dare waste a moment, hurriedly carrying the drunken person towards the hotel.
The air was permeated with the scent of bloodlust.
Si Chen's emotions completely sank into darkness, his expression so cold it seemed it could freeze. He leisurely took off his gloves and tossed them to the bodyguard beside him. Glancing at the person opposite, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and without a word, he swung a fist forward—
Bam!
Lu Zhiang was hit squarely, his head tilted, and he staggered slightly.
"Stay away from Lin Anxin!" A cold warning voice filled with menace!
