Lu Huaifeng was brought over with his body tied up. His mouth was taped tightly and there was no way he could make any sound.
Seeing Huo Ting's terrifying face and strong aura, he was so scared that he almost peed his pants.
"Mmm..." He struggled desperately, wanting to speak of his innocence.
Huo Ting sat on the chair, his fingers gently tapping the back of it.
Chen Ce took a glance at Boss's expression and knew that he was in a very bad mood. He silently mourned for the young man.
"Did he touch Mianmian?" Huo Ting asked coldly.
Lu Huaifeng shook his head hard. It was only now that he felt he was lucky that he did not touch Su Mianmian's hand.
The bodyguard tried hard to recall and said, "No."
Just when Lu Huaifeng was about to heave a sigh of relief, he heard the bodyguard say, "But he wanted to hug Madam. If Little Young Master wasn't around, he might have gotten his way."
