The sound of the slap echoed in the kitchen. Yi Jingxi's pupils shrank a little. After that, he abruptly lowered his head to say to the women in his arms, "Zhong Yi, you're freaking out. Let's get you to the bedroom."
After he finished talking, he put his arm around Zhong Yi and walked upstairs.
After the bedroom door closed, he threw Zhong Yi onto the bed violently before she could stand stably.
She quivered, panicked, and turned back to look at the tall and strong man standing by the bedside. A half of Yi Jingxi's handsome face was hiding in the darkness, and the other half was filled with anger.
"Who gave you the right to lay a finger on her?" he asked.
