Han Bing looked at Liu Batian, who was being held by Lu Qingyu, listened to Liu Batian's words, and the corner of her lips lifted slightly, revealing a gentle and moving face. "Then I'll walk out right in front of you. And not only am I walking out, I'd also like to invite you to come back as a guest for a while."
With that, Han Bing turned around and directly pulled the door open.
Liu Batian's eyes sharpened, but when he saw the scene outside the door, the corner of his mouth twitched violently. The men he had left outside were all lying on the ground at this moment.
And the ones still standing were all people he didn't recognize.
When these people saw Han Bing come out, they immediately bowed and said, "Miss!"
The muscles on Liu Batian's face trembled, and he said in disbelief, "You actually came prepared. You came here just to make a move on me!"
"Smack!"
A loud slap rang out. Lu Qingyu withdrew his hand, his tone cold and stern. "Watch your filthy mouth!"
