Jiang Xun firmly blocked him: "Third Young Master, that's enough. You can't hit him anymore, or something will happen."
"Jiang Xun, get out of the way!"
Jiang Xun shook his head. He couldn't just watch him beat a person to death.
"If you don't move, I'll hit you too."
Jiang Xun turned his head and said to the guard, "Quickly, take Mr. Lu to the hospital!"
"But..."
"No buts! Hurry!"
Mr. Lu cannot be in trouble, and he definitely can't be beaten to death by the Third Young Master, or he and the Third Young Mistress would never be possible.
He couldn't let such a thing happen.
If by getting beaten up he could prevent such a thing from happening, he would be willing to do so.
...
At midnight, Qiao An returned to the apartment from the research lab.
The chill pervading her body only slowly receded under the embrace of the warm air.
Taking out her phone, she glanced at it and found over a dozen missed calls from Lu Meng.
Not only from Lu Meng, but also from Little Nuomi.
