The two women stared at Han Jingnian with infatuated faces, reluctantly watching him for a while before hurriedly tidying up their clothes and walking out of Qing Song Pavilion.
Once the door had closed, Chi Yao jumped off the bed and, while fastening his belt, asked with an extremely warm tone, just like before, "Jingnian, what urgent matter brings you here so late?"
Chi Yao saw Han Jingnian staring at him, silent, and felt inexplicably uneasy. "Jingnian…"
Before he could finish, Han Jingnian suddenly raised his hand and gestured for him to come closer.
Chi Yao hurried over to Han Jingnian. "Jing…"
He had only said one word when Han Jingnian swung his fist and smashed it into his face, knocking his already frail body to the ground.
"Jingnian, why are you hitting people? What do you mean by this, you…"
Chi Yao's shocked words were cut short as Han Jingnian walked over, bent down, grabbed his collar, pulled him up, and then knocked him down to the ground again.
