In a small grove not far from the border trade market.
The stunning beauty Ye Chenfeng had rescued from the Yishun Auction House couldn't help but tremble slightly. It was already November, and the weather was very cold, especially since she wore only a silk garment, which was simply not enough to fend off the chilly wind.
Her thin lips pressed together tightly as she thought, "Could he have died at the hands of the Yishun Auction House's owner? I'd warned him that he was courting death, yet he insisted he wouldn't leave me behind. I see now he was nothing more than a big-talking pervert and hooligan."
The gorgeous woman couldn't help but recall the scene of Ye Chenfeng taking advantage of her, and she clenched her silver teeth in anger, cursing, "A pervert like him deserves to die."
However, she failed to consider that, had it not been for Ye Chenfeng's intervention, she might already have become someone else's plaything.
