As the servants, in a flurry, carried Qin Mingxuan to the stairway, Gu Jiayin had just finished her battle.
Some of the dozen bodyguards were draped over the stairs in disarray, while others had tumbled down, writhing in pain on the floor of the first floor.
Gu Jiayin nonchalantly dusted off her hands, walked up to Qin Mingxuan, and with a wicked smile, patted his face, twisted in pain. "Second Young Master Qin, I think even if you had ten beauties now, you couldn't enjoy them."
"You!" Qin Mingxuan cursed through gritted teeth, enduring the searing pain. "Gu Jiayin, just you wait, I won't let you off!"
Gu Jiayin mocked with a curl of her lips, "I'll be waiting, grandma's got time."
At this moment, Ye Zhilin had no time to spar with Gu Jiayin, hurriedly calling for the servants to send Qin Mingxuan to the hospital, and at the first-floor hall, she happened to run into Mo Jun, who had just walked in.
