Xiyan lowered her head, her face looking adorably confused as she watched the man clutching her wrist.
"Little sister, why don't we find a quiet place and discuss compensation properly?"
The man smirked maliciously and started dragging Xiyan towards his private room.
"Um, let me go..." Xiyan tried to shake him off, but couldn't manage to break free.
This is bad, my head is spinning, I feel like all the strength has left my body.
Her brain couldn't keep up with her thoughts, and Xiyan was passively dragged forward by him.
The KTV was all neon lights and booze.
Ou Jue strode in and immediately spotted Xiyan being dragged by an older man not far away.
In an instant, his eyes, dark as ink, were filled with a raging storm!
He marched forward, exuding an imposing presence, grabbed the older man's collar with one hand, and punched him hard!
"Ah—" The man crashed into a decorative piece in the hallway and fell flat on his back, grimacing in pain.
