The scarred man pulled Jun Xiqing over to him eagerly, caressing her soft face.
"Boss Yuan, this little beauty is an absolute treasure. I've played with many women before but they're all vulgar and fake compared to her," the scarred man barked out with a loud laugh.
Jun Xiqing paled as his dirty hands touched her and she struggled, trying to avoid him.
At this moment, a cold, magnetic voice sounded out. "Get your disgusting hands off her. She is not for the likes of you to touch."
The scarred man froze and raised his head, his gaze snapping to Lu Yeming. His handsome face was still expressionless and cold, but it was bone-chilling darkness that made the scarred man shudder.
Even though the scarred man had lived his life in constant danger, the strong aura coming of this man scared him.
