When she opened her eyes again, the first thing she saw was her sister's face, cold as frost, and Wang Kang sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, a smug look plastered across his face.
Song Qingya's gaze swept over her sister's entire body. She saw that her clothes were torn to shreds, her collar ripped, and one sleeve was dangling from her arm.
Even more jarring was the purple bruise on her face and the dried blood at the corner of her mouth.
She glared at Wang Kang, her voice low.
"What happened? Did you touch her?"
Wang Kang feigned surprise, a frivolous smile spreading across his face.
He squinted, looking Song Chenglu up and down as if inspecting merchandise. A grin split his face, revealing a set of yellow teeth.
"Miss Song, your sister here, with that look and that body... she's got some real kick to her."
His tone was vulgar and his gaze was lecherous, enough to make one sick.
