Leng Zimo raised his palm, pressing it against his aching chest, and gently shook his head.
The subordinates stepped back.
Leng Zimo turned his face again, surveying the room once more. His gaze swept over the cloth bands left on the bedpost, and he frowned more deeply with affection.
Luo Ke, this bastard, he actually treated his Luo Xiaoqian like this!
Imagining her helplessly tied to the bed, he almost fainted with heartache.
Extending his hand, his palm slowly brushed over the pillow, noticing a single long hair beside the pillow. Leng Zimo carefully picked it up, holding it in his hand.
"Xiao Qian..."
Holding the strand of hair, he suddenly stood up.
Just as he rose, the world turned black before his eyes, and he collapsed powerlessly onto the carpet.
"Sir!" Little Cheng exclaimed as he rushed over, supporting Leng Zimo's body and helping him sit on the ground, "Are you alright, sir?!"
