In just half an hour, Lan Zhongxuan's villa looked as if it had been looted, with debris all over the floor, a complete mess.
A few servants huddled together trembling, not daring to make any sound.
Song Yiyi hid inside the room, listening to the screams outside, not daring to go out at all.
"My patience is limited. If you don't give the money, then..." The leader's gaze coldly swept over, landing on Song Lingyu's abdomen.
"Ah, what are you going to do?"
Song Lingyu was terrified, feeling as if his gaze was a poisonous snake, and she immediately shrank into Lan Zhongxuan's embrace.
"What am I going to do? Exactly what you're thinking."
The other party revealed a bloodthirsty smile. Song Lingyu's legs trembled with fear; if not for Lan Zhongxuan holding her up, she would have collapsed to the ground.
"Zhongxuan, give them the money, quickly give it."
Song Lingyu shook Lan Zhongxuan's body.
