She screamed, it was retribution

Looking at Lin Hanxing and the others who pushed the door open and entered, song Zhiyun, who was standing on the side, shivered.

Just a moment ago, farick had been thrown onto the bed like a piece of trash. Even his clothes had been stripped clean.

But even so, he did not have any intention of waking up.

Lin Hanxing stood with his back to the bed, his white fingers casually fiddling with the roses in the vase. He turned a deaf ear to the movement behind him, but his eyes fell on song Zhiyun's face.

That face was so delicate and fair that there were no traces of her ruthlessly scratching it.

Realizing that he was being stared at by Lin Hanxing, song Zhiyun felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He was like a small animal in the forest that had been targeted by a fierce beast. He didn't dare to move, afraid that he would bring bad luck to himself.

At Lin Hanxing's feet, there were a few royal servants who were tied up.