I, Lu Yan, Won't Take the Blame (9)

Ye Zhaoyang was very displeased to be interrupted.

But the doorbell kept ringing and he couldn't just ignore it.

Reluctantly, he got up, pulled on a white bathrobe, and walked to the door.

When he pulled open the door, he was met with a fist… a fist with vicious force.

"Ah…"

With a scream, Ye Zhaoyang fell to the red carpet.

Shen Mingxi strode up and punched him.

Shen Mingxi's fighting skills were quite good. After all, the boys from the super-rich families had all learnt some Kungfu when they were young since their parents were afraid that they'd get kidnapped. Guys like Tang Chuan, Wei Liao, and Shen Mingxi could easily fall seven to eight guys.

However, Ye Zhaoyang visited nightclubs each night and had totally forgotten these self-defense skills. So he could do nothing but be pummeled…

No one knew how many seconds it took Shen Mingxi to race to the hotel, demand answers from the receptionist, and then race up to the room.