Qin Feimo ignored everything, as if he could only see Feng Jinglei lying on the ground.
He took off his jacket and wrapped it around her barely clad body. His hand trembled slightly—perhaps out of wrath or from the sight of her miserable state.
With his touch, Feng Jinglei, who had lost all awareness and reason, suddenly shuddered, like seeing a lake in the boundless desert, grasping tightly onto Qin Feimo's hand.
She didn't know who had come, but she knew it couldn't possibly be Qin Feimo. So she suddenly loosened the hand holding onto his hand's back and pushed it forcefully, "Go... go away!!"
Feeling her strong rejection, Qin Feimo furrowed his brows, assuming she was still angry over the matter of the chips, and didn't think much else.
But the next second, a bloody scene made his hand, which was about to hold Feng Jinglei, suddenly stop.
