The door was pushed open. Zhao Xiyue stood at the entrance, panting lightly, her gaze fixed intently on the man closest to the door.
Jiang Jingheng stopped in his tracks, his light brown eyes devoid of any warmth, as if he were looking at a stranger.
Hu Jiao looked at Zhao Xiyue as if she had caught hold of a lifeline and shouted loudly, "Xiyue, save me, sobbing..."
She cried as she shouted; these people were just too frightening.
She needed to leave this place, the sooner, the better.
"Jiaojiao, don't be afraid, I'm here, I won't let them hurt you," Zhao Xiyue said in a deep voice.
She turned her head to look at Jiang Jingheng, "Let her go!"
Ning Ze stepped forward and said, "Miss Zhao, your friend slandered our sister-in-law, letting her go would be too easy on her, don't you think?"
"Your way of calling her sister-in-law is really slick," Zhao Xiyue replied sarcastically, "If it weren't for your current sister-in-law, soon enough you should be calling me sister-in-law."
