Xia Mi, towering at 1.7 meters with a full figure, didn't weigh lightly, yet the bodyguards handled her as deftly as a chick, lifting her with ease and bringing her before Qiao Xiaotian.
Qiao Xiaotian laughed wickedly, his demonic hand reaching out to grab the grey short-sleeve business suit of Xia Mi, both hands pulled, and with a ripping sound, tore it apart...
"Ah, no, please..." Xia Mi shrieked in tears, but the soundproofing of the Emperor's Hall was excellent; her voice couldn't escape.
Upon seeing this, Wang Dakui's old face turned red with rage, his cheeks puffed out. Finally, unable to contain himself, he clenched his fists ready to fight Qiao Xiaotian to the death, but Zeng Jiye grabbed him in time to stop him.
"Haha..."
"Hehe..."
