"Who is it, knocking at the door this late?" Wen Nuan lifted her head from his chest, anxious, and asked.
Did something happen at the hotel?
"Could it be a fire?" Remembering a bar catching fire a while ago, Wen Nuan was scared and sat up quickly.
"I’ll go check." Leng Yan furrowed his brow and patted her shoulder, "Don’t worry, maybe it’s just a drunk who knocked on the wrong door."
"I hope so." Wen Nuan’s heart calmed a bit, watching him put on clothes, and she also went to the bathroom to find her original clothes to wear.
Leng Yan put on his shoes, opened the door, and looked at the woman outside, his brows knitted tightly.
She looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn’t recall the name. After all, Mo Jing was no longer in the limelight and rarely appeared on TV. And he didn’t use to watch TV much, even now being in the entertainment industry, he only knew some of the most popular A-list celebrities.
"I am Mo Jing, a friend of Ji Wei," Mo Jing said, panting. Already disregarding any ladylike demeanor, she was gasping after running and hadn’t caught her breath in the elevator.
Leng Yan’s heart skipped a beat, "Ji Wei’s friend? You came to find me about something?"
Subconsciously, his heart started to beat uneasily.
A friend of Ji Wei coming to find him, and at this time, could only mean one thing.
Ji Wei was in trouble!
Recalling the missed call from earlier, his heart tightened, he had just taken out the phone when he opened the door, glanced at the missed call, and it was indeed from Ji Wei.
"Young Master Leng, please go save Ji Wei, she said only you can help her." Mo Jing held onto the door, her legs weak and lacking strength.
If Leng Yan went there a little late, Zhou Boliang, being the gambler he was, would certainly consume Ji Wei without leaving a bone. His lecherous escapades she had heard often enough from Boss Xin, reportedly he wouldn’t stop until he’d exhausted a woman to near death.
She knew Ji Wei’s temper, if she were violated by Zhou Boliang, there would be no good days for her ahead, Ji Wei wouldn’t spare her.
Wen Nuan, dressed, intended to come over and see what was happening, but froze at the bathroom door upon hearing Ji Wei’s name.
Ji Wei was in trouble again, but how did she know Leng Yan was here?
"Zhou Boliang he..." Mo Jing’s cowardly voice trembled.
"Hurry, what about Zhou Boliang?" Leng Yan’s thick eyebrows furrowed as he interrogated and closed the door, coming out, lowly roaring at Mo Jing, "Did he bully Ji Wei? Speak!"
Recalling the dinner, he seemed to have seen Ji Wei enter a luxurious private room, and soon after saw Zhou Boliang go in. He thought it was his eyes playing tricks, but it turned out to be true.
Ji Wei, oh Ji Wei, can you let me have some peace of mind!
Angry inside but still worried, he couldn’t just sit back and watch Ji Wei being bullied.
"Zhou Boliang drugged her, she’s in the room next door now." Mo Jing, frightened by his anger, hurriedly pointed at the door next to them.
Leng Yan’s fist clenched tightly, pushing Mo Jing aside and striding towards the room she pointed to.
Seeing this, Mo Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief and quietly left.
This matter, she couldn’t let Boss Xin know, or else she’d face dire consequences.
"Are you playing me or what?"
Ji Wei kept stalling inside, Zhou Boliang finally couldn’t stand it. He forcefully slammed the door open, glaring at the phone Ji Wei dropped in fright on the ground, "You came in not to take a shower but to call for help, didn’t you?"