Ye Yazhou suppressed his violent impulse and averted his eyes.
He quickly took off his coat and covered the woman with it, securely wrapping her in his embrace.
The Wanzhi in his arms felt light as a feather, her body still emitting an abnormal heat.
"Let's go."
Ye Yazhou gritted his teeth and barked the order, leading her away.
Bao Yancheng received the message and hurried back to Half Mountain Villa.
From a distance, he saw several Hummers arriving in succession.
Bao Yancheng's brows furrowed, squinting his eyes.
The Second Young Master of the Ye Clan, such an imposing display.
The middle Hummer passed by Bao Yancheng's car, lowering its pitch-black window.
Wanzhi leaned palely on Ye Yazhou's shoulder, her face still flush with an unhealthy red, her forehead covered in cold sweat.
Was she sick again?
Seeing the bruises on Wanzhi's wrist, Bao Yancheng unconsciously clenched the steering wheel tighter, looking up to meet Ye Yazhou's indifferent gaze.