Ye Qiu had just appeared at the entrance of the private room when he saw Feng Youling stepping on Chen Qiang's face. A flash of murderous intent crossed his eyes as he coldly said, "Try touching my buddy."

Hearing the voice, Feng Youling turned his head towards the door. His expression changed instantly. How could Ye Qiu be here?

Before Feng Youling could speak, Zhang Lili spoke up first. "Young Master Feng, let me introduce you. This guy is Ye Qiu, and the one you're stepping on is his buddy. You don't need to worry about him; he's a loser."

A loser? What a joke! A loser who dared to kill Xiao Qingdi's servant? A loser who dared to step on my face? Feng Youling didn't believe Zhang Lili's words at all.