"She looks very thin, yet she's somewhat heavy." Zheng Yumin, being the stereotypical scholar, complained as he laid Meng Yunhan on a simple bed.
Seeing Meng Yunhan laying down, Zhang Zhixue also started to entertain certain thoughts.
"Old Zheng, shall we share?"
Zheng Yumin threw a glance at Zhang Zhixue and retorted, "Old Zhang, that's not fair. I was the one who knocked her out, so she should be mine."
Obviously, Zhang Zhixue did not agree, "Old Zheng, we can share."
Zheng Yumin still refused, "You are after me."
Zhang Zhixue wasn't willing to comply, why should he always be second, why couldn't he be first for once.
Hearing the conversation inside, Yun Hao's eyes suddenly filled with blood, a murderous intent flashing at the bottom of his eyes.
With a powerful kick, he smashed open the door. When he saw who was on the bed, his gaze landed on the man. If looks could kill, Zhang Zhixue and Zheng Yumin would have been dead, riddled with arrows in their hearts.