Zhou Qiao's pupils constricted, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists.
His expression was dark and fierce, and a murderous intent arose as he looked at Song Xi.
He clicked his tongue, then muttered to himself, "This is what you're forcing me to do!"
Then he turned abruptly and lunged at Song Xi.
At the critical moment, Xiao Mo, who had been disguised as a passerby, rushed forward in time.
Before Zhou Qiao could even touch Song Xi's clothes, Xiao Mo took him down with a beautiful spinning kick.
His combat power was utterly negligible.
Xiao Mo was surprised, and a mocking smile played on his lips.
Song Xi walked up to Liu Sisi, extended his hand to her, and said, "Little Orange was actually a birthday gift from your father. Zhou Qiao impersonated him."
"Impossible..." She still didn't believe it.
"Sisi!"
Just then, President Liu rushed over from not far away. He hugged his daughter tightly. The man who commanded the business world was now choked with emotion, utterly lost. "You... you scared me to death. If anything had happened to you, how could I live!"
Glancing past President Liu, Song Xi saw Lou Yuming approaching.
Song Xi asked, "You saw everything that just happened?"
Lou Yuming remained noncommittal.
"Where were you?" She had scanned the surroundings carefully earlier, but hadn't noticed anything unusual.
Lou Yuming subtly raised his chin and pointed upstairs.
Song Xi suddenly understood.
Lou Yuming reached out and stroked her head, praising, "Well done."
Song Xi pursed her lips and smiled.
They thought the matter was resolved, but to everyone's surprise, Zhou Qiao, who had been subdued by Xiao Mo's kick, used the last of his strength to pull out a small knife hidden in his shoe sole and hurled it viciously at Song Xi's face.
Xiao Mo shouted, "Be careful—!"
Song Xi hadn't had time to react. She felt the world spin, and a tall figure blocked in front of her.
The action was too swift, and her mind went blank.
Then, the next second, she heard Shao Cheng say anxiously, "Are you crazy!"
After a brief moment of shock, Song Xi finally regained a sliver of reason.
She looked up. The man's handsome features remained unchanged. He didn't even frown. His eyes were cast down, looking at her, then he raised his hand to cover her eyes.
"What are you looking at..."
His voice was hoarse.
Song Xi's heart stirred. In the next second, the man's heavy body suddenly pressed down on her.
His lips brushed her ear. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but Song Xi couldn't hear him.
Her heart was suspended in mid-air. She tentatively reached out and felt his back.
Through the thick windbreaker, she felt a sticky wetness.
It was blood...
The scene descended into chaos. Shao Cheng and others quickly took Lou Yuming to the hospital.
President Liu also escorted Liu Sisi and followed.
Only Song Xi stood there woodenly, watching Xiao Mo beat Zhou Qiao mercilessly.
She licked her dry lips and walked forward.
Xiao Mo was flustered, his eyes full of guilt. "Sister Song Xi, it's all my fault. I wasn't watching him,呜呜呜... Director Lou, Director Lou he..."
Song Xi didn't speak. She simply looked down at the bruised and battered Zhou Qiao, her gaze like she was looking at a pile of trash.
Then she raised her foot and stepped on his fingers.
She ground down fiercely, with force, slowly, until Zhou Qiao, who was weak and unconscious, cried out in pain and opened his eyes.
Song Xi coldly and ruthlessly dropped a sentence, "Zhou Qiao, from today onwards, there will be no more person like you in B City."