Just as his hand was halfway out, it was seized by two pairs of hands—held then released. Two expressionless, suit-clad men stood in front of Fan Lihua. From this moment on, Mu Qing was under the absolute protection of four burly, suited men. From now on, Fan Lihua would never be able to lay a finger on her again.
He was in utter despair, as he saw the contempt and intense resentment in Mu Qing's beautiful eyes. He could only steal a glance at her eyes because her attention had already shifted towards the man on the stage beneath her. There was an immediate, unfathomable softness in her gaze…
"…Zhang…what…what the hell do you want?" Fan Lihua shouted angrily, his mind in turmoil and his question bordering on stupidity.
"Nothing, because Mu Qing doesn't belong to you. She's leaving with me today." Zhang Ziwen had already ascended the stage, a small smile gracing his face. He extended his hand towards Mu Qing, intending to take hers.
