"Ah, ah, ah, young master, let, let go, my hand, my hand, it's broken, ah!"
The fat man let out a squeal akin to a pig being slaughtered.
Gu Qibao, who had run into the hall, heard this and out of curiousity, peeked around the corner.
She saw Di Mingjue gripping the fat man's hand with a cold and fierce look on his face, "If you dare touch her again, you can say goodbye to your other hand too."
The fat man crumbled onto the ground, screaming incessantly.
Was the 'her' he was referring to her? She had bumped into this fat man earlier, and he had grabbed her hand.
For some reason, witnessing this side of Di Mingjue made Gu Qibao's heart beat faster. Was he protecting her, or did he merely consider her as his possession? A thing that others could not touch?
"Xiaoqi, what are you looking at!" Nangong Ran suddenly appeared. Gu Qibao quickly covered Nangong Ran's mouth and dragged her away.