Li Yanchen's eyes flashed with a cold light as he walked to the big bed and stopped.
The injured leg suddenly collapsed to the ground, and he glanced under the bed.
Empty.
But Qin Yuan's people had already started walking over.
"Oh dear, who told you to hit so hard? Can't even walk properly now."
Li Yanchen stood up, turned back, glanced at her, and said, "Are you sure, here?"
"I've invited photographers. High-definition cameras, you tell me if it's certain?"
"..."
"Will you do it yourself, or should I help?"
Li Yanchen thought that when his people brought in the three father-son pairs of the Qin Family later, seeing Qin Yuan without clothes would be blinding.
He didn't have the hobby of watching such things.
So, he simply said, "Qin Yuan, let's chat for a bit."
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Why do you like me?"
Being liked by someone like Qin Yuan is definitely a disgusting nightmare.
Qin Yuan was taken aback by his words and said, "What are you trying to say?"
