When Ji Xing heard Qiao Zhengyu close the door, he sneered. His gaze was murderous as he slowly got up.
On the bed, Song Xinxin twisted her body in discomfort. When she felt the breath of the opposite sex, she wrapped herself around him.
Ji Xing grabbed her arm and said in a cold voice, "Miss Song."
Song Xinxin woke up from the pain. When she saw the man in front of her clearly, her pupils dilated instantly. A frightened scream was forced back into her stomach by the man's cold and warning gaze. "You… why are you here?"
"Don't shout, listen to me." Ji Xing looked at the woman with a serious expression.
Qiao Zhengyu was waiting outside. He pressed his ear against the door, waiting for there to be any movement inside before shouting for someone to catch the adulterer.
There was no movement inside so Ji Xing probably hadn't woken up yet. There was no hurry, he waited a while more.
