Han Lieye was just about to explain a previous misunderstanding when he saw the scene through the floor-to-ceiling window, and rage suddenly erupted within him.
But when he burst in, Xi Mengjun was roughly shoved once more.
Two hooligans were surrounding the stunningly beautiful Xi Mengjun, spouting filth, wanting to get handsy.
Cliché, but indeed it came without warning.
Han Lieye was furious yet calm, his face void of any expression; only his dark eyes concealed an extreme, chilling murderous intent.
Now is not the time to strike back; it could easily be construed as mutual combat.
Proficient in criminal law, Han Lieye's eyes flickered as he hurriedly rushed over. While protecting the two women, he nodded and bowed to the thugs.
"Sirs, I'm so sorry. The young lady doesn't know any better…"
SLAP! Han Lieye's face took a harsh blow.
Xi Mengjun was dumbfounded.
Pain, grievance, and bewilderment flashed through her eyes, bright as spring water.
