Tang Ye was fond of Mu Qianxun's straightforward character.
He made a gesture to his henchmen.
"Give him a beating."
What followed was a flurry of violent blows and kicks; Luo SuiFeng could only curl up and take the beating.
Today's events had completely wiped out any residual goodwill between Mu Qianxun and Luo SuiFeng. From now on, it was every man for himself.
Battered and barely able to breathe, half-conscious and weak, Luo SuiFeng tried hard to open his eyes and look in Mu Qianxun's direction, but he didn't see a single sympathetic glance from her.
She had her back to him, instead engaging in a pleasant conversation with the dangerous character that was Tang Ye.
She would not spare him even a single glance.
Something in Luo SuiFeng snapped; it hurt like hell.
He'd been dating Mu Qianxun for two years, and he'd always thought of her as heartless, completely apathetic.
But now he realized that her decisive nature bordered on cruelty.
