Looking at the tightly shut study door, Song Qiao didn’t imdiately open it. Instead, she stretched out her hand to knock on the door and then gently spoke towards the inside, "Yu Xia, are you still in there?"
It was silent inside the study, but soon, after about half a minute, there ca Yu Xia’s voice, laced with a hint of urgency, "Song Qiao, don’t co in, you guys need to leave quickly..." Before she could finish, the next second was filled with Yu Xia cursing loudly, "Damn, are you even n, daring to lay hands on a woman, motherfucker, don’t think I wouldn’t dare beat you, ganging up, huh? Believe it or not, I’ll have my dad beat you shaless bastards to death."
Yu Xia’s swearing was heard from inside, accompanied occasionally by sounds resembling objects being smashed and a scuffle.
Standing at the door, Song Qiao’s complexion changed drastically in an instant, and Chen’s mother’s did the sa.
Chen’s mother almost subconsciously blurted out, "Madam, soone has broken into the villa."
Song Qiao strongly agreed with Chen’s mother’s words, it was certain that soone had broken into the villa.
At this mont, the study door suddenly opened from the inside. Before Song Qiao could react, a large hand reached out, grabbed her arm, and forcefully pulled her inside. With a thud, the study door was closed directly, leaving Chen’s mother, who had not yet reacted, shut out.
From beginning to end, Song Qiao was in a passive state. Being pulled in without any preparation, she nearly fell to the ground due to the loss of inertia. By the ti she realized what had happened, she had already been dragged into the study, and her nostrils were filled with a strong stench of blood.
Soone was injured and bleeding...
That was Song Qiao’s first reaction.
Chen’s mother stood at the door, witnessing everything unfold in just a few seconds, watching Song Qiao being pulled into the study right before her eyes. As soon as she ca to her senses, she imdiately rushed to the study door and began banging, "Who are you exactly? Don’t hurt our madam..."
The study’s soundproofing was actually quite good. Chen’s mother’s voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but it sounded very faint inside.
It was only after hearing Chen’s mother’s voice that Song Qiao fully saw the scene in front of her, and she was taken aback, looking at the ss in the study and the several n in black who were clearly not decent folk, who appeared to have co into the study in an unknown manner. Her brain went blank for a mont, with only one thought.
How did these people get in.
In the corner, Yu Xia was tied up with rope by these people and thrown there, struggling but unable to break free. When she saw Song Qiao being brought in, she was so angry she almost spat out a mouthful of blood, almost gritting her teeth as she said to Song Qiao, "Didn’t I tell you to stay away from here? I said it was dangerous, how could you still get caught and be brought in here, how can you be so stupid?"
Song Qiao, "..." This isn’t entirely my fault, is it?
She had no chance to react and was directly captured.
She was utterly unprepared, and by the ti Yu Xia finished talking, it was only a short twenty seconds or so, and she was grabbed before she had fully co to her senses.
Song Qiao felt that she was also quite unlucky.
Pushed from behind, Song Qiao stumbled a few steps forward, the pain from the contact on her back making her involuntarily frown and almost gasp for air.
"Joe, don’t be so rough, one should be gentle with a beauty." At this mont, a sowhat awkward voice ca from the corner, clearly that of a foreigner speaking Chinese, filled with a hint of amusent, speaking to the man behind Song Qiao.
A cold snort ca from behind her, and although it was slightly displeased, it served as a response.
Song Qiao looked up following the sound and saw on the familiar old-fashioned boss chair not far away, a blond young man sitting there, looking her up and down with a gentle smile on his face.
For so reason, the way this man looked at her made Song Qiao feel uneasy, nearly causing her to shiver subconsciously and wanting to retreat, but knowing full well that there was another man standing behind her, she didn’t move an inch.
It seed that Song Qiao’s immobility, as if fearless, amused the man. The blond, blue-eyed young man stood up, glanced at Yu Xia, then back at Song Qiao, touched his chin, smiled, and said, "I didn’t expect Eastern won to be so brave, not scared of us at all."
Song Qiao’s eyebrows slightly furrowed as she looked at the young man before her and asked, "Who are you? How did you get into my house?"
If she recalled correctly, there should be bodyguards arranged by Lu Jingchen around the villa. How did these people get in?
Could it be that they had hurt the bodyguards to break in?
"Beautiful miss, you don’t need to glare at us like a little tiger. We don’t intend to harm you or your friend," said the blond, blue-eyed man with a faint smile still on his face, as if it would never fade away.
Song Qiao’s gaze fell directly on Yu Xia, who was tied up and tossed aside, and she pointed a slender finger at Yu Xia while addressing the young man, "Is this what you call not harming my friend?"
Damn it, they had tied up Yu Xia and tossed her aside, and this was their so-called no harm?
Well, she was sorry, but in her eyes, this was already harm.
The man looked at Yu Xia, t her angry glower, laughed, and then redirected his gaze back to Song Qiao, explaining with a smile, "Your friend wasn’t quiet enough and was about to get rough with my people. We were afraid she might accidentally hurt them, so we had no choice but to tie her up."
Song Qiao narrowed her eyes slightly. It seed like these people truly didn’t wish to harm her either, as they hadn’t tied her up. She scanned the study and only then did she notice that there were ten n—completely strangers whom she did not recognize at all, who had barged in—and among them, there was also a woman...
Apart from the man sitting in her usual boss chair, two were sitting on the sofa, one was lying down, and the only woman was standing in the study’s balcony holding a gun, seemingly on guard. The others were scattered, standing or sitting on the floor, and when she was pulled in, she noticed there were two behind her, one standing at the door on alert, while the other following right behind her, probably watching her.
Song Qiao almost spit out blood in frustration—so many people had broken into her ho; what the hell was going on?
"You must be the leader of this group, right? I don’t care who you are, but it’s wrong for you to barge into my house like this," said Song Qiao, feigning composure as she spoke directly to the young man.
In her analysis, this man should be the leader of the group.
There is a very accurate saying: to negotiate, you must talk to the leader on the other side, only then can you have a chance of winning.
However, the next second, the man looked towards the sofa while speaking with a smile, "Boss, it looks like this lady wants to talk to you. It seems like we did sothing wrong by intruding into their ho."
Song Qiao was stunned, belatedly realizing she might have mistaken the person and followed the young man’s gaze, which fell directly on the man lying on the sofa.
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