Upon hearing the word "security," Zhuang Chujiao instantly recalled the scene of being escorted out by security from his villa last time, and her smile faltered.
"Brother Jingheng, I'm just here to see you. How can you treat me like this?" She appeared as if she was about to burst into tears, looking extremely aggrieved.
"Call the police," Jiang Jingheng said to Lian Jun without even glancing at Zhuang Chujiao, his attitude as cold as ice.
Lian Jun instantly understood the meaning behind those words and grabbed Zhuang Chujiao's arm, dragging her out.
"What are you doing? Let go of me!" Zhuang Chujiao shouted, struggling.
Unfortunately, Lian Jun was trained, and her strength was negligible. As she struggled, her ten-centimeter high heels slipped, and she twisted her ankle with a crack.
"It hurts, it hurts! My foot hurts so much!" Zhuang Chujiao cried out in pain, tears almost falling.
