Outside the door, Jian Zhou had just reached the door of his ward when...
Then I clearly heard a suppressed but painful cry.
His expression changed drastically.
Ignoring her foot injury, she limped quickly back to Chu Wuyang's door and knocked urgently.
"Yangyang, what's wrong?"
Chu Wuyang was driven to the brink of delirium by the man before her, who was humiliating her both physically and psychologically.
She has been completely consumed by darkness.
Counterattack is a subconscious defensive measure in the mind.
Both of them were panting and glaring at each other.
Jian Zhou, who hadn't heard any more noise outside the door for a long time, began to feel anxious.
"Yangyang, what happened?"
"If you don't say anything, I'll..."
"So what?"
The man's voice was like cold jade striking ice, clear and penetrating to the bone.
"Want to come in?"
His deep, cool voice carried an icy disdain, a hint of danger, and an undisguised possessiveness.
Jian Zhou's hand gripping the doorknob felt frozen, and his mind went blank for a moment.
"Aren't you going to get lost?"
The man's voice was low and hoarse, his tone impatient.
Like ice shards spat from the depths of the throat, each word carried contempt and expulsion.
Jian Zhou came to his senses.
He knew that voice all too well.
During his student days, he heard about it countless times on financial programs and studied and imitated it repeatedly in public speech videos.
That was the idol he once worshipped.
"Jingmin?"
Even a fool like Jian Zhou would have noticed such an obvious sound.
He never imagined that the person he idolized during his student days would disregard morality and shame and commit such a beastly act.
He knew he shouldn't meddle, but his innate sense of justice wouldn't allow him to stand idly by.
He gritted his teeth,
"Miss Yang... Chu? Are you there?"
"Jingmin, whatever you're doing, stop right now!"
"You can't treat Miss Chu like this!"
Jian Zhou's voice was filled with obvious anger and restraint, and his tone was almost trembling.
A low chuckle came from inside the room, indifferent yet mocking.
It was as if they were mocking his reckless and overconfident behavior.
Mr. Jane,
Jing Min's voice was cold and low, his slow, deliberate words carrying a hint of disdain.
"By what right do you give me these orders?"
"You want to interfere in the intimate matters between me and my woman?"
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