Chapter 575
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Su Zhinian's whole body shook before he pulled open the door to the emergency exit and dashed out.
There was only one private room next to the emergency exit, and there was a young man sitting by the door. He was hugging a jacket and leaning against the wall, playing on his phone.
Su Zhinian walked toward him without hesitation. The young man sensed his approach and straightened subconsciously. He raised his hand to stop Su Zhinian. "I'm sorry, sir …"
Before the young man could finish, Su Zhinian raised his leg and kicked the door open.
The lights in the room were not switched on, but the multi-colored lights were on. Borrowing the light from the corridor, Su Zhinian saw Song Qingchun being pinned under a man.
The man seemed to notice the movement at the door because he raised his head slightly from Song Qingchun's body and yelled angrily, "Xiao Yi, what kind of a doorkeeper are you?"
"I'm sorry, Brother Yang." The young man who was called Xiao Yi apologized hurriedly to the people in the room before turning to look at Su Zhinian. "Sir, you can't do this …" Then he rushed forward to close the door.
However, before his hand could reach the doorknob, his whole body was kicked into the room by Su Zhinian.
Following a loud bang, Mr. Yang, who was lowering his head to kiss Song Qingchun's skin, stopped moving. After being interrupted twice in a row, his tone became even harsher. "Xiao Yi, do you still want to f * cking follow me?"
Before he could finish, the cursing in his mouth turned into a scream of pain. Then, his whole body flew off Song Qingchun's body and slammed heavily into the wall behind him.
After a few banging sounds, Mr. Yang raised his hand and rubbed his chin, which had lost all feeling from the kick. He forced out a sentence, "F * ck, who was it, who f * cking kicked me..."
As he said that, he turned to look ahead.
Just as he saw a black figure, before he could even see his appearance clearly, the figure had already rushed in front of him with a ruthless aura, raised his leg, and once again ruthlessly kicked his head.
This time, before Mr. Yang could finish screaming, he was kicked to the ground. Due to inertia, he slid across the smooth floor and out the door.
Mr. Yang lay on the ground in an ugly position. Not to mention getting up, he couldn't even utter a single word of cursing.
He forced himself to raise his head to look at the man who had just kicked him. The man glared at him coldly before turning to walk toward Song Qingchun, who was curled into a ball on the ground.
When he got closer, Su Zhinian finally got a good look at the state Song Qingchun was in. Her clothes were barely covering her body, and her arms and chest were covered in purple bruises.
Su Zhinian bit on his lips, and he could feel the anger in his body burning even brighter.
He raised his hand to tug on his tie. Then, he removed his suit jacket and bent down to cover Song Qingchun with it.
The girl noticed his action, and like she was spooked, she mumbled under her breath, "Don't touch me." Then, she gripped his suit jacket tightly and tried to retreat.
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