"What are you doing, let go, you're hurting me!"
Xun Jingyan struggled and cried out all the way, turning her head to shout, "Brother, save me!"
Xun Xizhi stood up, about to step forward.
"Don't come over!"
Lu Fengxuan's icy gaze shot over, her aura even more intense than Yan Huaizheng's earlier.
Xun Xizhi was still in a daze, but then he saw her warn Xun Jingyan again:
"Shut up! Yell one more time, and I'll push you onto the balcony to freeze into a popsicle in the cold wind!"
Her gaze and tone were regrettable, sharp like a knife, extremely oppressive.
Xun Jingyan had always been a pampered hothouse flower, usually surrounded by a group of flattering young ladies.
Accustomed to being doted on.
Now, suddenly facing Lu Fengxuan's threats and cold reprimands, those eyes so similar to hers instantly filled with tears.
Xun Jingyan pursed her lips, sniffing, daring not to make a sound.
