She absolutely could not let Zhang Wenbin take Ningning away.
Zhang Wenbin drew in a painful breath, instinctively raising his hand to strike.
But before his hand could land on Qin Juan, it was forcefully seized by a large hand, almost breaking his bones, causing him such pain that he couldn't help but cry out in distress.
Turning his head, he met a pair of grim and piercing eyes, as well as that face covered in horizontal flesh that looked not to be trifled with.
"You..."
Before he could finish speaking, a fist the size of a sandbag met his face head-on. Zhang Wenbin hadn't even processed how to dodge when the fist struck him.
A searing pain radiated from his nasal bone, his entire head buzzing, as a warm stream flowed from his nostrils.
Zhang Wenbin quickly released Ningging to cover his own face, only to see his hands covered in blood.
Looking up again, Ningning had already been picked up by the man, who, along with Qin Juan, left him with nothing but their backs.
