"No… Don't… I – I've done nothing…" Jian Xin'er's futile excuses were a complete joke to the others.
Qi Yanxi grabbed her by her collar and said mercilessly, "You made a mistake and you'll have to pay for it! I'm in such a good mood today that I'm going to teach you a lesson myself!"
Jian Xin'er struggled violently. "You'll never get rid of me. I'll haunt An Xiaxia forever…" She sounded as if she was conjuring the vilest curse with all the malice she could muster.
Qi Yanxi was even more enraged by this. He gave her a few kicks without holding back and picked up a chair out of habit, ready to smash it onto her head. Just then, he heard the faint sound of someone drawing in a breath, and somehow, he stopped what he was doing.
He could tell that it was An Xiaxia.
Qi Yanxi had never deemed himself a good person. However, with An Xiaxia watching, he found it impossible to smash the chair down.
Because he didn't want her to see his savage side.
