When Yin Qianyue was puzzled, the other party, already in a fit of rage, charged in.
"So it's you, you little hussy. No wonder you never let me touch you even though we're engaged—turns out you've been keeping another man behind my back. I sure had enough earlier."
"Watch your mouth."
Yin Qianyue shot back unapologetically.
"Not admitting it, eh? Just wait until I find the guy, let's see what you'll have to say then."
Saying this, the long-haired man barged in with two bodyguards.
Of course, Yin Qianyue was no match.
The three started searching the living room.
The two subordinates even made a round upstairs.
"Young Master, there's no one here."
"No one?"
The long-haired man was visibly surprised, his expression growing even more somber.
Yin Qianyue, her face covered with a facial mask, immediately breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to the man and challenged him again.
