Li Yeqi raised an eyebrow without changing his expression, his clearly articulated long fingers lightly tapping the blue velvet box, "Is that so?"
La Zhuangzhuang couldn't fathom his attitude, but thinking that she was in the right, she became even more self-righteous, "Absolutely, Seventh Brother, Xiao'ai, bring the torn dress for Seventh Brother to see."
Xiao'ai hurried over with the dress, holding back the pungent stench as she shook it out, "Seventh, Seventh Master, I was there at the scene, I saw Miss Yan instruct that stupid dog to attack Sister Zhuangzhuang."
"Stupid dog?" Li Yeqi's eyes narrowed slightly, his tone laced with full danger.
Xiao'ai shivered all over and quickly corrected herself: "No, it was the Husky."
Li Yeqi's sharp gaze swept indifferently over Xiao'ai, landing on the red dress that had been torn beyond recognition, with chunks of fabric ripped from the hemline and traces of tearing at the chest and back.
"Any injuries?" Li Yeqi suddenly asked.
