Gu Jiao ran to the door and fell to the ground, shouting at the top of her lungs, "Someone come quickly! I was molested!"
Ye Qing leaned against the bedhead, his well-defined handsome face expressionless and his slightly closed eyes were cold.
Footsteps sounded outside the house. Ye Qing pursed his lips, took out his phone, and sent a message.
He had come here without alerting anyone because he wanted to be alone.
This Gu Jiao was really disgusting.
Raising his slender hand, he buttoned his shirt properly.
Hearing the commotion outside, dark clouds appeared in his eyes. Those who knew him would know that he was angry.
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Mrs Gu hurriedly entered the yard with the village head and the villagers. When she saw Gu Jiao sitting on the ground with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes, Mrs Gu was shocked. "Jiaojiao, what's wrong?"