“Wife,” Nanxing patted Banxia’s back reassuringly, then lifted the covers to get dressed, “You continue to sleep, I’ll go out and check the situation.”
Banxia pinched her brow: "Let's go together, in case they're hostile, I'll wipe them all out!"
She rarely suffers from insomnia, and had only just fallen asleep when she felt a surge of grumpiness rising within her, which she desperately needed to release.
After the two changed their clothes, they opened the door, where four people—two men and two women—were standing.
The woman in the lead was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. She had full makeup on, wore a custom-made dress and high heels, and was adorned with designer jewelry on her ears, neck and wrists, clearly indicating that she came from an extraordinary background.
The man and woman at the head of the group were the same age, with shiny, reflective hair gel on their heads, and wearing custom-made white suits, trousers, and leather shoes, even sporting an extremely flashy fluorescent pink tie.
The bodyguards behind the two wore sunglasses, black short-sleeved shirts, and even had a pistol at their waists.
The two sides seemed to belong to different teams, and were two meters apart.
When the woman saw Nanxing, her eyes flashed with dazzling amazement. Then, she glanced defiantly at the man in the suit and said with a coquettish smile, "Nanxing, do you remember me? I'm your fan!"
As she spoke, she winked at Nanxing.
Banxia wondered if the woman's eyes had suddenly twitched.
Before Nanxing could speak, the man's face was full of displeasure.
He looked at Nanxing with disdain, his tone full of sourness: "That pretty boy is only passable in terms of looks. Tan Qiuxin, what kind of taste do you have?"
"Zhao Zekai!" Tan Qiuxin rolled her eyes at the man. "We've already broken up. Who I like is none of your business!"
Banxia interrupted impatiently, "Are you two seriously ill? Why don't you go home and argue? Why do you have to make a scene at my doorstep?"
Couples argue, but why use aphrodisiacs as a scapegoat? Is life unsatisfactory, and you want to die?
Tan Qiuxin's brows furrowed, about to erupt in anger, when Zhao Zekai stepped forward with a wicked smile: "Woman, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want!"
His flirtatious gaze fell on Banxia's face. "However, beauties have privileges. Since you're pretty, I'll take pity on you and let you off the hook!"
Nan Xing's gentle eyes flashed with a chilling killing intent as she punched Zhao Zekai in the face: "Don't you want your eyes anymore?!"
Caught off guard, Zhao Zekai was struck squarely, immediately spitting out his bloody teeth and half-lying on the ground, clutching his fractured nose.
The two bodyguards immediately drew their guns. Banxia took the initiative and pressed the gun against Zhao Zekai's head, saying expressionlessly, "Want to try and see whose gun is faster?"
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