e probably stiff and sore; there's no way she could stand."Ms. Fu, are you alright"He whispered, and upon seeing Fu Yan's face ashen and sickly pale, his forehead creased with cold sweat, he grew even...He followed her act, getting up to block her path. "Don't go," he said. "Let's cooperate and talk this through. Sit down and have a proper conversation, alright"

As he was talking, he reached out to pull Fu Yan's hand.

Fu Yan flashed aside, and the drunk man stumbled with his foot, crashing directly into the table edge!

Huang Jingli's face, which was already flushed with a red glow, turned an even deeper shade of crimson. It was so intense that it seemed to be blackened by the heat. The pain spread instantly, engulfing him in agony. His vision blurred for a moment, and his anger surged like a raging inferno!

"I'm **ing done with you!" He smashed the glass, turned around and grabbed Fu Yan's hair, pulling it hard!

Fu Yan struggled and grappled, plates, bowls, and chairs crashing to the ground with a deafening roar. But the room was soundproofed, and no one else was nearby.

"You're addicted to acting, aren't you Coming out here to sell yourself and playing high and mighty with me Do you deserve to" Huang Manager kicked the chair that was in his way aside, dragging Fu Yan to the sofa.

He was pulling at A-yin's clothes and pinching her at the same time.

Scenes flashed through her mind one after another, the events happening in quick succession. Fu Yan's eyes were bloodshot, and her arms flailed wildly. Huang Jingli's back was scratched by her until it bled, he let out a hiss.

"Go!" Eyes bloodshot and hidden beneath a tangle of hair, Fu Yan at this moment was like a beast cornered, ready to pounce and tear its opponent to shreds.

Mr. Huang was inexplicably flustered by such a gaze.

Then he cursed himself under his breath, actually becoming more childish as he lived! He was tricked by a woman like this!

I must sleep with her today!

He tore open his coat and rushed toward Fu Yan, but before he could get close to her face, there was a loud bang as the door to the room was burst open. He roared angrily, “Who the hell...”

Before I could finish speaking, a black shadow flashed before my eyes and a sharp pain hit the back of my head!

With a crash, the blue and white porcelain vase originally placed at the doorway shattered!

"Fu Yan!" Fu Jing kicked over Huang Jingli with one foot, lifted her up, and checked her from head to toe. Besides her hair and clothes being a little messy, she had no injuries.

He let out a sigh.

When he arrived, he saw a man in a business suit standing at the door. He asked if Fu Yan was inside, but the other party was vague until he heard the movement inside and realized something was wrong.

Luckily, I made it in time.

"Are you alright" Fu Jing helped her up.

Her legs went soft, and the strength in her body seemed to drain away. She bit her lip, her face pale, and her body trembled slightly.

Fu Jing couldn't describe the heartache he felt, and said softly, "I offended you."

Saying that, he scooped Fu Yan horizontally into his arms and was about to leave the room.

"Who the hell are you!" Huang, the manager, scrambled to his feet, staggering to block their path, glaring at them with fury. "I'll make sure you don't leave this room today! Step up and tell me what's going on. Don't you know who I am Can you afford to mess with me"

Fu Jing pulled his arms in, hugging Fu Yan tightly. "I'm her boyfriend. Come to me if there's anything."

Fu Yan was stunned.

In the fading light, someone passed by the door. The hotel manager, as if facing a formidable enemy, had to run to keep up with Huo Mingzheng's stride.

Who knew that the man with a gait as light as the wind would suddenly stop at the threshold of the room and remain motionless.

His towering figure stood before me, like an ice glacier releasing its chill.

For a moment, the hotel manager felt the air around him grow cold.ut an end to his mother's thoughts.Doctor Cheng kindly asked her a few questions.Pay Yan briefly answered.Dr. Cheng nodded, his warm fingertips resting on her wrist. Like most people, Fu Yan was very...