"I didn't mind before, but now..."
Qin Jingyi gnashed his teeth and pondered for a moment, the annoying little face of Yan Xiaye flashed through his mind.
To maintain his reformed image in front of Elder Qin, he couldn't quickly take action against Yan Xiaye, so he took his anger out on an unrelated person instead.
Thus, the originally smooth and sweet atmosphere quickly soured, and until the last second before she was covered in wounds, the delicate woman on the bed still didn't understand what happened, nor why Qin Jingyi suddenly changed his preference.
Through the thin wooden door of the wardrobe, the piercing screams and cries stabbed at Yan Xiaye's eardrums.
The smile on Ji Liangchen's lips faded unconsciously, and he covered Yan Xiaye's eyes to prevent her from seeing, his gaze distant as he fixed it on Qin Jingyi's back, looking like a madman, thinking to himself that he needed to investigate who this so-called Young Master Qin really was afterwards.
