Song Qiao slightly furrowed her brows, looking at the young man before her and asked, "Who are you? How did you appear inside my house?"
If she remembered correctly, there were bodyguards arranged by Lu Jingchen around the villa. How did these people get in?
Did they injure those bodyguards before barging in?
"Beautiful miss, there’s no need for you to look at us like a fierce tiger. We don’t intend to harm you or your friends," the blond-haired, blue-eyed man still had a faint smile on his face as if it would never fade away.
Song Qiao’s gaze fell directly on Yu Xia, who was tied up and tossed aside. Her slender fingers pointed at Yu Xia and she said to the young man, "Is this what you call not harming my friend?"
Damn it, just tying Yu Xia up and throwing her there, is this your so-called not harming?
Well, I’m sorry, but in her view, this already counts as harm.
The man looked at Yu Xia and met her glaring eyes filled with anger; he smiled again, shifting his gaze back to Song Qiao and explained, "It’s because your friend was not quiet and tried to fight my men. We were afraid she would accidentally hurt my people, so we had no choice but to tie her up."
Song Qiao narrowed her eyes slightly; it seemed that they really didn’t want to hurt her, as they hadn’t tied her up. She scanned the small study room and noticed ten completely strange men she had never met before, who had barged in here, including one woman...
Apart from the man sitting on the boss chair she usually sat on, two were sitting on the sofa, another lying down, and the only woman was standing inside the study’s balcony holding a gun as if on guard. The others were scattered around standing or sitting on the floor, and she noticed when pulled in that there were two behind her, one standing at the door on guard, and another was following her, probably to keep an eye on her.
Song Qiao almost spat out blood, realizing so many people had barged into her home, what the hell is going on?
"You must be the leader of this group, right? I don’t care who you are, but it’s wrong for you to barge into my home ," Song Qiao put on a composed face, speaking directly to the young man.
In her analysis, this man must be the leader of the group.
There’s a saying that is very true, to negotiate, you must talk to the rival’s leader to have any chance of succeeding.
However, in the next second, the man looked towards the direction of the sofa, smiled a bit and said, "Boss, this lady seems to want to talk to you, it seems like our intrusion into their home was indeed wrong."
Song Qiao froze, belatedly realizing that she might have mistaken the person and followed the young man’s gaze, which suddenly fell on the man lying on the sofa.
The weather today was already gloomy, and Song Qiao had a feeling that it wouldn’t take long before it started pouring heavily. The source of thɪs content is novel※fire.net
Now the curtains of the study’s french windows and the balcony, apart from the spot where the woman on guard was, were nearly all drawn. Moreover, the study lights were not on, and the man lying on the sofa was lying with his back to the light. Song Qiao couldn’t see clearly what he looked like, only able to roughly make out a silhouette.
There was a heavy smell of blood in the study, which made her cognizant that someone among these people must be injured. When she looked at Yu Xia earlier, apart from being unable to move due to being tied up, there was not a single wound on her. These people did not physically assault her.
Suddenly, a thunderclap sounded outside, followed shortly by gloomy weather and then a heavy downpour came out of nowhere.
"Boss, it’s raining outside now," the woman standing at the window who had been on guard said in smooth Mandarin, unlike the blond, blue-eyed young man earlier. As she spoke, she turned her head back, slightly furrowing her brows as she looked at the man on the sofa, her hand tightly gripping a gun.