The four people glanced at Lang Xiaoran, but none of them moved.
Lang Hai laughed heartily: "Hahaha, Lang Xiaoran, all those who are alive are my confidants, they will not listen to your orders."
With that, he looked back and said, "Lang Qiang, Lang Tian, after I've dealt with Miss Xiaoran, you four can slowly enjoy."
Lang Qiang and the others had lecherous smiles on their faces, their greedy eyes fixed on Lang Xiaoran.
Lang Xiaoran was frightened, her body trembling, not expecting her trusted clan members to treat her this way.
She glanced at Song Yun, a look of sorrow appearing on her face.
If she had to give away her first time, she only wished to give it to Song Yun.
At this moment, thoughts of suicide crossed her mind.
But if she died, what would happen to Song Yun?
After a moment of silence, Lang Xiaoran's face displayed a sorrowful expression, and she said to Song Yun, who was healing his injuries: "Goodbye, Song Yun."
