Li Qiao didn't refuse, she glanced at He Chen and curved her lips, then walked to the guest room door and quietly reminded, "Brother Chen, she's injured."
"Don't worry." He Chen looked at Yin Mo with a faint smile, "I don't hit women."
Li Qiao gave him a look and turned to leave.
Inside the guest room, He Chen shut the door with a swing and leisurely locked it.
Yin Mo sat on the bed, watching him warily; this He Chen seemed a bit dangerous.
In her tension, Yin Mo wanted to grab something to protect herself, but her hand found nothing, so she clutched the bedsheet trying to calm herself down, "Why lock the door?"
He Chen licked his teeth, "What do you think?"
Yin Mo regretted her outspoken nature, wishing she hadn't complained about him behind his back.
He Chen was too unrestrained; every time in a room with him, Yin Mo instinctively felt fear and trepidation.
