Young Master Leng went straight to Jiujiu as soon as he arrived. He only questioned Wang Quan after confirming that Jiujiu was fine. It was self-evident why he was here.
Wang Quan quickly replied, "The prop master said that he wasn't here. He doesn't know who did it."
"You don't know?" Young Master Leng sneered. He turned his head and said to his confidant, "Investigate. I want to see who has the guts to touch the people I'm protecting. It seems that he doesn't want to live anymore."
In the beginning, Young Master Leng really wanted to keep Jiujiu as his sugar baby. However, when he saw the small red mark under Jiujiu's collarbone and heard Jiujiu's name, Young Master Leng thought of his younger sister.
When his younger sister was born, Young Master Leng was already ten years old. The ten-year-old Young Master Leng was at the age where he was spoiled. At that time, his favorite thing to do was to smoke.
However, since he had his younger sister, Young Master Leng's favorite thing to do was to smoke and look at his younger sister.
His younger sister was petite and soft. She was soft in his arms. Although she could not speak, her big watery eyes looked at Young Master Leng. She would even open her mouth to reveal her toothless gums. Young Master Leng liked her from the bottom of his heart. Once, Young Master Leng's cigarette butt accidentally fell on his younger sister's collarbone and left a small red mark.
It would be ridiculous if he was sure that Jiujiu was his younger sister just because of this. The most important thing was Jiujiu's name.
The world only knew that Young Master Leng lost a younger sister, but no one knew that Young Master Leng's younger sister's name was Song Ya.
Song Ya, Song Ya.
Young Master Leng never believed in coincidences. There was a small red mark on Jiujiu's chest and her name was Song Ya. He had already sent her hair to the hospital. He was sure that the results would be out soon. Before the results were out, even if there was only a slight possibility, Jiujiu was someone he protected. Whoever dared to touch Jiujiu was equivalent to slapping him in the face.
No one in Hua Nation dared to slap him in the face.
Young Master Leng stood opposite Jiujiu. He was tall and had broad shoulders, giving people a feeling of dependence. Most importantly, Young Master Leng stood on Jiujiu's side to protect Jiujiu almost without asking about the cause and effect. He looked like a perfect boyfriend.
Wang Quan, who was already in the wrong, saw Young Master Leng defending Jiujiu like this. Although he felt a little embarrassed, he still replied, "Jiujiu, why don't you go back and rest for a few days?"
After all, the situation at that time was too urgent. If Jiujiu had reacted a little slower, she would have lost her head. Even now, Wang Quan still had some lingering fears.
Jiujiu nodded, agreeing to Wang Quan's request.
Young Master Leng scanned everyone present with his eagle-like eyes. When he saw He Yuan, he paused and pointed at her, saying to his confidant, "Throw her to me."
Young Master Leng used the word 'throw' instead of 'carry', which showed how much he disliked He Yuan.
The moment He Yuan was seen by Young Master Leng, she had the urge to run away. However, before she could do anything, Young Master Leng's confidant grabbed her by the arm and threw her in front of Young Master Leng.
He Yuan tried her best to put on a pitiful look. She raised her head, revealing a pair of teary eyes. She looked pitifully at Young Master Leng and said with an aggrieved expression, "Young Master, what's wrong?"
"He Yuan, is it fun to slap my face?" Young Master Leng's voice was very low and emotionless, but it was like a bolt from the blue to He Yuan's ears.
Because Young Master Leng was often angry, everyone thought that Young Master Leng had a bad temper. However, in fact, an angry Young Master Leng was not scary. If he was angry, it meant that he had neglected the matter.
The truly scary one was the emotionless Young Master Leng. If he was emotionless, it meant that you had really angered him.
He Yuan had only seen Young Master Leng emotionless once. In her previous life, his confidant said that the woman he was investigating had died.
At that time, Young Master Leng's eyes were so red that they could almost drip blood. The empty look in his eyes terrified He Yuan.
It was also at that time that Young Master Leng disappeared for a period of time. When he returned, Ruan Li was by his side.
Before he saw He Yuan, Young Master Leng did not feel anything. However, the moment he saw He Yuan, he knew that this matter was related to her.
He Yuan looked obedient and sensible on the surface, but in fact, she was very jealous. Her jealousy could corrode people like concentrated sulfuric acid. The reason why he kept He Yuan was nothing more than that He Yuan was obedient in front of him and could play any position. However, he did not expect He Yuan to be so bold that she even dared to attack Jiujiu, whom he was protecting.
If He Yuan did not suspect that Jiujiu was his younger sister, she would have done it. However, Young Master Leng was already 50% sure that Jiujiu was his younger sister. Young Master Leng was arrogant and eccentric. He did not even give face to his parents. His only weakness was his younger sister whom he had been unable to find. Now that he had finally found Jiujiu, he wished that he could give his heart to Jiujiu and dote on Jiujiu well. He Yuan actually dared to attack Jiujiu. This was undoubtedly provoking the Almighty. Young Master Leng felt that if it were not for the fact that Jiujiu was in front of him, he would definitely chop He Yuan up and throw her into the sea to feed the fish.
When Young Master Leng said this in such a tone, He Yuan's eyes instantly turned red. She looked at Young Master Leng with a pitiful gaze as if she had suffered a great grievance.
He Yuan could not understand. There was clearly no evidence at the moment. Why did Young Master Leng treat her like this?
Early on, He Yuan had asked someone to destroy the evidence. Even if Young Master Leng investigated, He Yuan was sure that Young Master Leng would not be able to find any clues. He Yuan was sure that Young Master Leng could not do anything to her without evidence.
He Yuan covered her face and looked very aggrieved, as if she was sure that Young Master Leng could not do anything to her without evidence.
Young Master Leng looked at He Yuan's pretentious expression and sneered. He pressed Jiujiu to a chair at the side and walked up to He Yuan.
Young Master Leng's footsteps were very light. His hard-soled leather shoes made patter sounds as they stepped on the ground, like the sound of a blade cutting on the ground. It made the hearts of everyone present in an instant, especially He Yuan. Her breathing could not help but become rapid.
Patter patter.
Eldest Young Master Leng walked up to He Yuan. His face was still seductive, but his eyes were cold and ruthless. He looked at He Yuan as if he was looking at a dead person. Eldest Young Master Leng turned his head and glanced at the people around him. His confidant immediately dispersed those people very sensibly. When almost everyone had left, Eldest Young Master Leng directly kicked He Yuan in the chest.
He Yuan was directly kicked off the stage. She opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
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