Zeng Li was the treasure of the family, the most cherished by the grandfather and dearly loved by her parents.
For Zeng Yingrong, his younger sister was his achilles heel; whoever touched her, died!
Hearing his sister's words, Zeng Yingrong's eyes, sharp as a hawk's, locked onto Lu Xiaotian.
He strode towards Lu Xiaotian.
At that moment, Lu Xiaotian felt that this man, nearly 1.9 meters tall, was like a mountain, his oppressive presence suffocating, making it almost impossible to breathe.
"I, I, I didn't..."
"Crack!"
Before he could finish his sentence, his neck was gripped by Zeng Yingrong.
His body, weighing over a hundred kilos, was lifted off the ground by Zeng Yingrong's arm.
He flailed his arms, trying to pry Zeng Yingrong's hand open.
But Zeng Yingrong's arm was immovable, strong as a vise.
Lu Xiaotian's face turned red, he was close to suffocating.
He wanted to curse inwardly.
He was indeed attracted to Zeng Li.
