In a villa outside the Jiang family's grounds.
Jiang Jun was holding a whip, training the graceful figure before him, each crack of the whip landing as if it were dancing upon the tip of his heart.
Just as the wicked flame in Jiang Jun's heart was ignited, even before he could mount his horse, the front hall's door suddenly burst apart as if struck by an unbearable force, shattering to pieces.
With a "bang."
The room shook violently.
"Who?"
Jiang Jun shuddered in fright, his scalp nearly exploding, and the young woman on the bed, following his gaze, let out a scream of her own.
"Who are you?"
She hurriedly grabbed for the quilt, trying to cover her bare body, but Jiang Jun was pinning it down; her weakness left her struggling in vain.
"It's you!"
However, she then heard Jiang Jun's voice cry out in shock.
He recognized the person?
Just as this thought crossed the woman's mind,