With a swish, the eyes of the four bodyguards changed at that moment, turning unanimously toward Zhao Mengmeng, their looks of longing so nauseatingly vivid.
Song Weiyi felt a chill run through her body. If looks could kill, Sheng Zhenguo would have died a thousand times over by now.
"Sheng, let her go!"
Her voice, at this moment, sounded so rude and feeble. One bodyguard, acting on Sheng's order, although shocked that such good fortune had befallen him, also felt lucky.
This young girl, fair-skinned and beautiful, despite not having the perfect figure, had other virtues that more than compensated for her flaws.
Thinking of this, the man felt his body burn with desire, his throat undulating continuously as he eyed Zhao Mengmeng with eagerness.
Song Weiyi's eyes reddened, her voice breaking free from her throat as she roared at Sheng, "Sheng Zhenguo, you dare! If you dare to harm her, I will kill you, I swear I will kill you."
