Fu Zhinian's Crisis (1)

Suddenly, Xu Tian raised his fists and was about to hit her.

Without waiting for Lin Wanwan to avoid him, the owner of a large and bony palm reached over and firmly held Xu Tian's wrist. He twisted it with force and, with a crisp sound, he fell pitifully to the ground.

Lin Wanwan was stunned. She subconsciously tilted her head and saw that cold face.

"Fu Zhinian."

Fu Zhinian didn't look at her. He turned around and left.

"Fu Zhinian!"

Lin Wanwan wanted to chase him but the mobile in her pocket suddenly rang.

Once she picked up the call, Si Han's cold voice traveled over. "Where are you?"

Lin Wanwan felt a little guilty.

For the past few days, Si Han had been abroad visiting his parents, so she didn't tell him she was nearly imprisoned.

"Outside…"

"Come over to the winery immediately!"

"I'm busy…"