Qin Minglang saw Li slowly turning his head to the side, and the look in his eyes was a bit ethereal, as if he had lost his soul.
Unable to control himself, Qin Minglang shouted distressedly: "Slow down!"
Xiao Zeyang heard the noise behind him and turned around.
He raised the wine glass in his hand and slowly poured it into his mouth, smiling somewhat meaningfully.
"Master Qin is here...
At this time, Li Xuanyuan felt excited when he heard Qin Minglang's voice. His trembling voice was low and a little timid: "Minglang...I..."
"Let her go!" Qin Minglang took a step forward.
"Stop!" When Xiao Zeyang heard these words, he suddenly slammed the wine bottle on the table, picked up a piece of debris, put it on Li Huanhuan's neck, and said viciously: "Stop! Keep moving forward.
One step ahead and I will let her die here!"
Qin Minglang didn't say anything, he held himself up and looked at Xiao Zeyang thoughtfully.
However, his fingers were tightly clenched into fists on the side of his thigh.
It seems like he is suppressing something.
Xiao Zeyang seemed to be satisfied with what he saw. He stuck out his tongue and licked Li Huanyuan's cheek slowly.
He gloated and said: "Young Master Qin..."
"You actually want to marry her...
"Xiao Zeyang, you're talking nonsense!" Li Huanhuan's eyes were full of anger, and he wanted to break away from Xiao Zeyang, but was restrained severely by the man.
He grabbed her hair, raised her neck high, and pressed the broken pieces of the wine bottle against her white neck.
"Nonsense?" Xiao Zeyang turned around and looked at the silent Qin Minglang.
He said with a bit of ridicule, "Master Qin, don't you want to know what your woman, the woman you want to marry, looked like under me..."
"Really?" Qin Minglang lit a cigarette. You couldn't see any anger or nervousness in him. His slow movements and eyes looked closely at Xiao Zeyang.