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A man stood beside Yan Luoluo with a baseball bat. He brandished it and was about to hit the baseball bat a second time, but was stopped by Yan Xueman.

Yan Xueman waved her hand and said: "Alright, just teach her a lesson. With my sister's weak body, if I give her a little more a punch, you would probably die on the spot."

She stood up and lightly waved her fan, which was embedded with the swan feather, saying, "After all, the two of us have been relying on each other for so long. Do you know why we asked you to come here today?"

Yan Luoluo held the child tightly and did not speak.

Yan Xueman's face was originally filled with pride from the moment Yan Luoluo was hit by the rod, but suddenly became sinister. She bent down and approached her and said: "You do not love the Year of Love, but at the Year of Life, you are still on my mind, he even made love with me and called me by your name."

Yan Luoluo interrupted her, wanting to continue. "You didn't call me here to say this, tell me, what do you want."

Yan Xueman straightened her back and said: "You should go back now. How did you leave five years ago?

"Alright," Yan Luoluo nodded, and said: "I promise you, as long as I can leave, I will immediately pack my luggage and go to France."

Hearing her words, Yan Xueman's face showed a victorious expression, and said: "That's more like it."

She squatted down, gently caressing Yan Luoluo's face and said: "Look at this set of skin, it really makes me jealous."

So smooth, so fragile, she only needed to use a little more force to completely destroy this face that Lu Zhinian was dreaming about!

Yan Luoluo was very uncomfortable. She was regretting coming out by herself right now — if she had known this would happen, she would have brought more bodyguards with her.

Yan Xueman would never do something like that, when it came to matters related to Lu Zhinian, it was as if she had activated her sickly mode and could do anything crazy.

Just then, Yan Luoluo's phone rang.

She didn't dare to answer, but Yan Xueman took out her phone from her pocket slowly.

The caller ID was Mu Beihan, so Yan Xueman placed the phone close to Yan Luoluo's ear and pressed the answer button.

Mu Beihan's voice came over the phone and said:

"Did you start calling me?"

"Why did you leave without a leave in the afternoon?"

"In a situation like this, your salary will be deducted."

"..." "Why aren't you talking?"

Pow!

Yan Xueman threw her phone far, far away.

"Oh," she said, pretending to cover her mouth.

She turned around to return, only to realize that her skirt had been grabbed. Yan Luoluo said: "What happened to my son?"

From her arrival until now, Yan Qingfan had still not woken up. She did not dare imagine what he would do if something were to happen to his son.

It was rare for Yan Xueman to see him this scared, she was very happy and said: "Don't worry, it's just a little trick. I just fed him a little sleeping pill."

In fact, she really wished for Yan Luoluo and the little bastard to die together.

She sat down on the chair. Since she had already grasped the opportunity, she would not let go of this opportunity.

"Let's play for a while longer. This woman is yours to deal with." The words sounded dubious, and all the men present understood.

Five or six men walked over with an evil smile on their faces.

Yan Luoluo's pupils shrank, she continued to pull back while hugging Yan Qingfan.

Behind him was a dead end.

She was in despair. Why did she always have to let this happen to her?

One of the man's hands was just short of touching Yan Luoluo's shoulder, but right at that moment, a small knife pierced into the man's hand, passing through more than half of the man before stopping.

In an instant, the entire warehouse was filled with the man's terrifying screams.