"Get out!"
Lu Ziyuan instantly flashed in front of Xie Wanqing, grabbed the back of her neck with one hand, pressing her head against his waist and abdomen to ensure her view was completely blocked. With the other hand, he picked up a teacup beside him and threw it out, landing right at Mingjian's feet.
Mingjian was startled, realizing he had made another mistake. He didn't dare to say anything and quickly dragged the bound woman beside him out of the room.
Everything happened too suddenly. With such abruptness, Xie Wanqing had no time to react.
Until the door closed, Lu Ziyuan reached his hand to lift her chin, "What did you see just now?"
Xie Wanqing stared at him blankly, the fleeting image still in her mind.
A woman in thin clothing, her hands tied behind her, her exposed skin a patchwork of bruises...
Anyone could see what this woman had been through.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, "Was that Liu Manrou?"
He had indeed seen it...
