"Ah! Miss!"
Swept by the gust of Lin Yuan's kick, Mo Zhu standing by the door staggered and then heavily fell to the ground.
Coincidentally, her nose struck the flower pot placed beside the door, even chipping her front teeth, and blood seeped out in a crimson flow.
Not only Mo Zhu, but several other noble young ladies were also swaying unsteadily, quivering slightly; had their maids not supported them promptly from behind, the doorway would have probably been covered with fallen bodies by now.
Su Qiuyu had just been calling for someone to force the door open, without anticipating that Lin Yuan would kick it open right behind her.
When did this woman arrive?
Is this really a woman?
Eyeing the door panel, now clanging loudly as it lay askew to one side, Su Qiuyu and her companions all gulped in unison.
Truly formidable!
Yet at this moment, they had no concerns about this rash hussy any longer, for their gazes were all drawn to the inside of the room!
