She turned around and saw that Rong Zhan did not seem to care about his own situation. He picked up the half-filled can of liquid on the ground and pinched the man's chin with one hand, forcing him to speak. Rong Zhan was pouring the liquid directly into the man's mouth from above.
The man's eyes were wide open and his face was twisted. He was struggling with all his might, but his strength was no match for Rong Zhan'S. He almost crushed the man's chin.
The surrounding people were all dumbfounded. They covered their mouths in disbelief and fear.
"Sister-in-law, stop looking. Boss won't want you to see him. Let's go."
"But Yingluo"
"No buts." Cheng Donglin said urgently.
Sang Xia's eyelashes fluttered. She wanted to say it, but Rong Zhan was injured.
She wasn't a Saint who wouldn't care about what others did.