Hearing Xiaofang's words, Yang Tian was visibly startled for a moment, but Xiaofang was holding him tightly from behind. He clearly felt Xiaofang's firm embrace, which stirred some emotions within him.
"Young Master Yang, if it weren't for you today, I would definitely be captured back to Ling Manor and executed by them." Xiaofang said softly, "Young Master Yang, consider it my repayment, give me a chance to offer myself to you."
"Offer yourself?"
Yang Tian's heart stirred.
At this moment, the sound of flesh hitting flesh emanated from the private room; Murong Yinghao and He Jie, holding their respective partners, had already entered the heat of the battle. Yang Tian didn't hesitate much, lifted Xiaofang, and was ready to walk inside, but at this moment, a cold voice rang out, "Yang Tian, what are you doing!"
Yang Tian turned around and saw four women standing there, looking at him coldly.
They were none other than Ling Ying, Eliza, Wu Zetian, and Chen Xiaoli.
