Qin Zhiwen walked over and took the cloth out of Lin Yuhan's mouth.
"Qin Zhiwen, you beast!"
Lin Yuhan immediately glared at Qin Zhiwen, her eyes practically shooting fire.
Earlier, she had taken some time from the company to go home and cook a meal to help Qin Hao regain his strength. But she found that the fridge had no ingredients, so she waited in the bedroom for Zhao Mengke to return with groceries, only to encounter a kidnapping.
Lin Yuhan was still wearing her apron, looking just like a virtuous young housewife.
"Yes, I am a beast."
Qin Zhiwen coldly looked at Lin Yuhan, pinched her jaw, and said in a deep voice, "As a man, what I want, I'll get by any means necessary! You don't know what's good for you, so don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"Bah! What's so manly about you? A real man would never behave like a lowlife like you!" Lin Yuhan said in disgust. "I despise you!"
