The man whirled around and met Yao Tang's cold gaze. One word suddenly sprang to mind—danger.
He smiled apologetically and said, "I was just joking around, of course. You shouldn't take it to heart—"
Before he could finish speaking, Yao Tang landed a kick on his legs and he toppled to the floor.
The man braced himself up by the elbow and glared at her. "Yao Tang!"
Yao Tang crossed her arms over her chest and smirked.
"Ah, my bad. I was just joking around."
The man hadn't even pulled himself back to his feet when a group of people suddenly stormed into the room and surrounded them.
Lu Qing had arrived.
His eyes flashed with greed and desire as he walked up to Yao Tang and looked her up and down. "Hello, Miss Yao. Long time no see."
Then he glanced at his underling sprawled on the floor and kicked him in the stomach.
The man rolled over and groaned in pain. He definitely wasn't getting up any time soon.
