After Ji Yan had beaten Lu Shaoyang until he was on the verge of death, Ji Yan's hot-headed brain finally calmed down a little. He tenderly carried Shen Hanxing, who was like sleeping beauty, and felt her warm body pressed against his chest. Only then did his heartbeat start to slow down. Fortunately, he came in time. He didn't dare to imagine what kind of harm Shen Hanxing would have suffered if he hesitated a little longer today.
"Shen family, Lu family," Ji Yan sneered. His eyes were as cold as the emperor of the night. He looked down at Lu Shaoyang, who was lying on the ground, and said in a deep voice, "I'll remember it."
