As Ye Fan felt her softness against him, the intimate contact made Shangguan Qiuyue blush. So soft, so comforting.
Regrettably, her resistance this time had failed.
"Let her go!"
The two bodyguards released Mu Wanxin. Ye Fan, using Shangguan Qiuyue as a hostage, made his way to the first floor and then let her go.
Shangguan Qiuyue said angrily, "Ye Fan, I'll remember you."
"Plenty of people remember me. One more or one less makes no difference," Ye Fan said with a smile. "A woman shouldn't be so scheming, otherwise people will mistake you for a femme fatale."
"Hmph!" Shangguan Qiuyue snorted coldly.
The bodyguards outside blocked Ye Fan's path, but Shangguan Qiuyue ordered, "Let them go!"
"Miss!"
The two bodyguards were reluctant, but Shangguan Qiuyue's compelling gaze forced them to obey.
"Until we meet again," Ye Fan said.
Then, he left with the panic-stricken Mu Wanxin.
