With a thunderous crash, the entire wardrobe splintered into pieces.
The terrifying power of Song Yun's palm strike not only shattered the wooden boards of the wardrobe but even many of the clothes were torn to shreds.
"Ah!"
Jiang Yingxue turned pale with fright when she saw this.
But then immediately after, she found that besides clothes, there was nothing else inside the wardrobe.
So Jiang Yingxue quickly calmed down, her face full of anger, "Song, what are you doing! These are my favorite clothes, you're going to have to pay for them!"
Song Yun was also a bit embarrassed now. When he returned, he sensed the traces of an outsider in the villa and thought that the person was hiding in the wardrobe. After bracing for a hit and unleashing his strike, he found he had missed.
"Cough cough, Miss, I was just taking precautions. I'll compensate, I'll compensate." Song Yun said with an agreeable smile.
"You can leave now," Jiang Yingxue said coolly.
