"I can walk by myself," Wen Meimei protested unhappily.
Qiao Chengxun glanced down at her and said in a low voice, "You've been crying. I don't want you to walk."
Wen Meimei: "..."
Does crying have anything to do with walking? She couldn't understand the way Qiao King of Hell's mind worked.
Oh well, he was strong, so let him be.
...
The next day, after sending Qiao King of Hell out the door, Wen Meimei immediately went with Bu Qingqing to the Mu Family's villa.
As she approached the room, she heard a man's agonized screams.
"Ahhhh—give me—quick, give me—"
"Mu Doctor, give me—"
"Ahhhh—"
...
"Nasty Tangguo..." Wen Meimei's heart was about to break and she hurriedly opened the door.
She saw Tang Yuxin bound to the bed, with only his head free, but his limbs were tied, yet he was still struggling fiercely.
Wen Meimei wanted to go over, but Tang Yuxin sternly ordered, "Little Tizi, leave now!"
"Nasty Tangguo..." Wen Meimei was frozen in place, afraid to go any closer.
