"What's the matter, Haoyue? Don't get excited, calm down!"
Yan Yingnan, clad in crimson, immediately embraced Song Haoyue.
Though Yan Yingnan was skilled in martial arts training, she feared hurting Song Haoyue, so she did not hug her too tightly. At that moment, Song Haoyue, like a furious beast, pushed Yan Yingnan away.
Yan Yingnan staggered backward, her bare feet landing on a piece of glass, nearly bringing tears from the pain.
After all, despite being trained in martial arts, such sudden harm was still excruciatingly painful for a woman.
"Traitor! Song Zhe! You traitor!!!" Song Haoyue roared.
"Haoyue, what exactly is going on?" Yan Yingnan, enduring the pain in her feet, asked with concern.
"What else could it be! That damned Song Zhe has rebelled, actually bringing Fang Yi into the villa area. They're heading towards Villa No. 10 right now," Song Haoyue said angrily, her fist pounding on the coffee table.