"In such a hurry?" Leng Zirui teased, watching Xu Xia scramble off him in a panic.
With a sidelong glance, Xu Xia noticed the jacket on the sofa and remembered the gun. She immediately dashed over.
She was quick, but Leng Zirui was quicker. Just as her fingers brushed the gun, he reached over and grabbed it away.
Knew it! This little troublemaker wouldn't be so obedient!
Leng Zirui frowned as he looked at Xu Xia, who was staring at him with a pout. He stuffed the gun into his pocket, stood up, and grabbed her hand. Before Xu Xia could react, he lifted her horizontally.
The next moment, she was thrown onto the large bed in the bedroom.
He pressed down on her, and Xu Xia raised her hand to push him away, but he twisted her wrists behind her head, holding them there.
Pressing her down, Leng Zirui casually took the tie from his pocket and tied her wrists together.
He couldn't let her do something stupid like "attempted murder on her husband."
