Liu Lun's expression turned even darker, but he still joked:
"Oh, Young Master Lu is trying some fresh game tonight? What about Miss Lin? Are you planning a threesome?"
Lu Qing's contemptuous gaze swept over him as he casually threw back a response:
"None of your damn business."
Humiliated, Liu Lun struggled to keep his composure, and Jin Jing quickly jumped in to smooth things over:
"What's the big deal? It's just a girl, right? There are plenty of girls here. Whatever kind of girl Mr. Han wants, he can have."
But Liu Lun seemed intent on clashing with Lu Qing, and he pointed at Qin Miaomiao:
"Young Master Lu, if you want this girl, you'd better see if she's willing first."
The called-out Qin Miaomiao froze and shot him a glare. What was wrong with that lunatic?
She was standing close to Lu Qing and could clearly sense his displeasure. His arm tightened around her waist as if he was about to crush her bones. Ouch! Did he have to be like this?
