She could not curse in public, so she had to hold her anger and struggle a few times. "Alas! Bastard! You hurt me!"
She glared at Qi Yan, who was standing outside the dance floor. She didn't see any intention of saving her at all. Instead, she seemed to be gloating over the fact that she was going to watch a good show. She was so angry that her liver hurt.
"What's your relationship with Qi Quan?"
Lu E's cold question came to her ears. She was enraged. "What does it have to do with you? It's none of your business!"
"Say it!" The arm on her waist tightened, and the pain made her want to swear. But when she met his cold chin, she was a little afraid. This bastard usually had a poker face, but he was actually more violent than anyone else. Maybe he would beat her on the spot, so it was bet
