Jiang Jiu hesitated almost none, "Let Bai Bai go!"
As she spoke, the sharp end of the beer bottle in her hand stabbed directly into the other person's arm.
In an instant, Wang Xingwang's arm was bleeding profusely, a ghastly sight.
Jiang Jiu's chest heaved violently, she didn't have time to be afraid, she pushed Wang Xingwang away and helped Bai Yiran up, "Bai Bai, are you okay?"
Bai Yiran's expression was somewhat disheveled, clutching at his throat and coughing painfully.
When had Bai Yiran ever been so disheveled in her memory?
Every time she got into trouble, Bai Yiran always stood up for her, chasing after scumbags and cursing, or buying things to comfort her, helping her resolve all difficulties.
Jiang Jiu's eyes reddened on the spot, and she protectively kept Bai Yiran behind her.
Wang Xingwang and the man who had just been kicked were already standing up, and several people looked at them with unkind expressions.
