Chapter 877: What Are You Blocking For

Yaen Chi hurriedly hung up the phone.

He waited for quite a while, battling with himself mentally, and finally someone came to open the door.

There was only a hand’s width gap, and Yaen Chi couldn’t wait any longer, directly pushing the door open.

Yi Qinghuan stumbled back, tightly clutching her towel.

Yaen Chi glanced at her, his mind blown, “Why are you dressed like this?”

“I…”

Yi Qinghuan had been crying, her eyes swollen, her shoulders and arms covered in bruises.

Yaen Chi, having been through similar situations, couldn’t help but think in that direction.

He raised his hand to stop Yi Qinghuan, not wanting to hear a word from her, quickly walked in, and glanced at Bo Yanching.

He was still asleep, sleeping soundly.

The room was filled with incense and the scent of post-intimacy.

Yaen Chi was completely in shock, feeling an intense headache.

He asked a question he was unwilling to but needed to ask, “Last night…

was it you?”

Yi Qinghuan shook her head in a daze, biting her lip hard, standing barefoot against the wall, her hair disheveled, strands covering half her face, but you could still see her frightened expression.

Yaen Chi smelled a strong scent of alcohol in the air.

He rubbed his temples.

“Yi Qinghuan, do you know the trouble you’ve caused?

How is it you?

How could it be you!”

“I…

I had no choice, I don’t even know how I ended up here.”

“Could Brother Yan have dragged you in?”

Yaen Chi was still unwilling to give up, quickly stepping in front of Yi Qinghuan, “I ask you, when did you come, was there anyone else in the room besides Brother Yan when you arrived?”

Yi Qinghuan stared blankly up, “Who else could it be?”

Yaen Chi was dazed.

It’s over, it’s over!

No, it’s not completely over yet.

He took off his coat to cover Yi Qinghuan, pulling her to leave, “We’ll ask carefully later about what happened, you can’t stay here now, I’ll take you to the next room, is your room next door?”

These people all had long-term booked rooms in various high-end venues in Rongcheng City.

Yi Qinghuan, upon returning, also opened a room just next to Bo Yanching’s.

However, as soon as they reached the corridor, Yaen Chi suddenly felt a chill all over.

There was a figure standing in the corridor, with sunlight streaming in from the window, casting a straight shadow line stretching to Yaen Chi’s feet.

Instinctively sensing something wrong, he looked up, meeting Nan Jiaojiao’s gaze.

“Jiaojiao…”

Yaen Chi instinctively tried to hide Yi Qinghuan behind him.

But this action felt off no matter how you looked at it.

Why was he trying to hide her?

Wasn’t he just trying to cover up?

And doing it so clumsily, right under someone’s nose.

This could easily make Nan Jiaojiao think he was closer to Yi Qinghuan.

But it was too late, all in vain.

Nan Jiaojiao had already seen them.

She had just come from Pei Dongshi’s, feeling quite upset.

She could have gone straight home, but felt she had to take responsibility for what happened with Bo Yanching last night.

Luckily, she returned, or how else could she have seen this scene.

Nan Jiaojiao walked over, removing the tobacco from her cigarette pouch, packing it into the pipe, striking a match to light it, holding it horizontally in her hand, stepped towards Yaen Chi.

She took a puff, and only after exhaling all the smoke did she say, “What are you blocking?

Am I blind?”

Yaen Chi broke out in a cold sweat.

He looked at Nan Jiaojiao, suddenly feeling as if he saw Jiang Yu, the aura was so intimidating, especially the way she held the cigarette pipe, just like Elder Jiang.

Those eyes when they stared at you could easily give rise to fear.