Had he not hidden this until now, unable to easily show traces in front of Leng Yanbo, it would definitely be him delivering the beating at this moment!
In bed, Wei Anning was wrapped in a cotton quilt, overheating as she twisted and turned restlessly, extremely agitated, "Uncomfortable... so uncomfortable..."
Leng Youchen's cold brows looked over, staring at her fiercely, his gaze falling on her swollen lips, his resolute eyes filled with sharp pain.
The girl he had cared for so dearly was now defiled; the anger caught in his throat, unable to be swallowed. He closed his eyes for a moment, then pulled the quilt she had kicked off back over her, saying coldly, "Endure it!"
Sweat formed on Li Dong's forehead, hitting someone was tiring work, but since Third Young Master didn't order a stop, he didn't dare to.
