Yin Zhiping stared at Song Yinyin with a gaze that wished to devour her whole.
The latter was so frightened she almost cried; the glimmers in her eyes were real this time.
She helplessly looked at the enraged man before her, wanting to plead for mercy, but couldn't say a word under his ominous glare.
"Cough, cough—"
At this moment, a light cough was heard.
Qiu Qianghai recognized Yin Geping's identity.
He extinguished the cigarette in his hand and tossed it into the ashtray on the trash bin nearby.
With graceful steps, he slowly walked towards the crowd.
Qiu Qianghai greeted proactively, "Young Master Yin, long time no see."
From afar, he had seen several men bullying a woman. If nothing happened, it would be fine, but if something did, it would ultimately be Night Paradise's responsibility.
"So it's Boss Qiu." Yin Geping's gloomy expression turned into a distant friendly smile.
