Han Dingxi sensed the powerful aura of the approaching person and quickly turned around, his expression changed dramatically.
"Qiao Shao, how did you—ah—"
Before the words were finished, the man, like a beast out of control, dashed forward and grabbed her long hair. It felt as if chunks of her scalp were being ripped away, the numb pain spreading from the top of her head to her entire body.
Qiao Chengxun used a little force to drag the woman out of the wheelchair, throwing her to the ground as if she were trash.
Suddenly letting go, a few strands of black hair remained at his fingertips, his eyes showing disdain as he flung the hair away.
"Qiao—Qiao Shao..." Han Dingxi was completely bewildered, even though her scalp hurt badly, the events before her eyes were hard to digest.
She must be dreaming, she must be dreaming!
Qiao Chengxun squinted his eyes slightly, his sinister gaze lingering on this disabled woman without a shred of human emotion, like a demon from hell.
