"Brother Hao, save me!"
Zheng Yan's hair was grabbed by the young master, who yanked it forcefully to the side, but she still didn't forget to cry out to Chen Hao for help.
Although Chen Hao had a strong dislike, even a hint of disgust, for girls like Zheng Yan, she was, after all, a woman. So, he spoke indifferently, "Don't go killing her."
The young master who was pulling Zheng Yan's hair immediately paused, then with excitement, he eagerly said, "Don't worry, Brother Hao, I know my limits!"
He understood that Chen Hao's words meant that he was being let off the hook; how could he not be thrilled?
However, when Zheng Yan heard this, she immediately began screaming hysterically, her makeup-smudged face glistening with sweat and her pallid complexion making her look exceedingly hideous!
"You can't do this to me!"
Zheng Yan's voice was like that of a pig being slaughtered, filled with continuous shrieks.
But at this time, nobody paid her any attention.
