Tang Lin didn't dare call the police, afraid Han Feng would lose his mind and do something reckless. He could only look for a chance to persuade him to let her go.
Who would have thought that Qin Susu would be taken away by three burly men as soon as he returned to his room?
In the middle of the night, while Tang Lin was sound asleep, a dark figure suddenly pressed down on him. He jolted awake. "Who's there!"
He cried out in fright and hurriedly felt the dark figure on top of him. Only when he discovered it was warm did he breathe a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness it wasn't a ghost pinning him down. He'd nearly been scared out of his wits.
"Han Feng?" Who else would ambush him in the dead of night?
Click!
Han Feng switched on the bedside lamp, and Tang Lin raised a hand to shield his eyes from the bright light.
Once his eyes adjusted, he immediately rolled over and lunged at Han Feng.
Han Feng was faster. He grabbed Tang Lin's quilt and bundled him inside it, then held his head and landed several punches with a series of thuds.
Tang Lin was on the verge of tears. He'd only touched Han Feng's woman. Surely that wasn't enough to make him kill him?
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!"
Tang Lin was smothered to the point of near suffocation. Afraid he really would be killed, he struggled with every ounce of strength he had.
Han Feng wasn't trying to kill him. He only wanted to give him a scare and teach him a lesson.
Once he decided the lesson had gone far enough, Han Feng pulled the quilt away.
Tang Lin lay on the bed, his face flushed red from being smothered. Deprived