The flying clothes rescued Qin Ruan's eyes, blocking everything she shouldn't see.
Qin Ruan walked swiftly to He Mingjin's back, grasped at the empty air with both hands, and captured a white, blurry figure in her hands.
At the same time, He Mingjin also stopped moving forward.
His eyes were dull as he stared at the woman in his arms, his face twisted in a grotesque expression as if he had tasted something sour.
He was aware in the depths of his heart that he was being controlled by a puppet once again.
He Mingjin was born a golden child, with everyone flattering and pandering to him since he was young.
Now, to be toyed with by a puppet and observed by Qin Ruan in his embarrassing plight, the graceful Young Master He, despite the fear in his heart, was filled with murderous rage at this very moment.
Unable to contain the fury in his heart any longer, He Mingjin draped the windbreaker over his body and then pushed the woman in his arms to the ground.
