"Hmph, you're just jealous of her good figure."
"Do I need to be jealous of him? Qin Miaomiao, I can personally show you just how superior my status is."
He whispered this into her ear, the implications of his words instantly making Qin Miaomiao's face flush red. That damned Lu Qing! He was so possessive, he wouldn't even let her look at another man!
Meanwhile, Han Shu stood off to the side, frozen stiff, simply observing silently. Ugh!
Madam, whatever you do, don't fall for his good looks, or else... he'll meet a gruesome end.
About ten minutes later, the door was abruptly slammed open, and a crowd of a dozen men rushed in with a loud commotion. Song Min's smug laughter echoed:
"Scared now, aren't you? If you kneel before me and call me 'Grandpa,' I might consider letting you go."
Lu Qing gave him a look as though he were an idiot and replied calmly:
"Han Shu, make sure to leave them alive."
