Hai Feng gnashed his teeth hatefully, itching to chop Ning Shaoze to pieces. Seeing the woman she treasured so much—one that he didn't even dare to approach carelessly—to be hurt and treated cruelly like this, he almost lost his mind then and there.
Ma Meiying's body fell softly onto him, panting weakly. The thick scent of blood permeated through the air and her face was so pale that it was frightening to see. She bit her lips to muffle the cry but in the end, she couldn't help bending over and clutched her stomach, gasping. "It hurts…"
"Where does it hurt?!" Hai Feng asked anxiously.
All of a sudden, two more figures landed beside them. One man and one woman. The man shielded them carefully while the woman stared at Ma Meiying's stomach, her pupils shrinking in shock and fury.