"Make way, make way, please don't do this."
Luh Wenzhou carefully protected Shen Weiyang, but he could not protect her at all. Soon, these crazy people dispersed them.
"Zhaozhao!"
When he found Shen Weiyang in the bustling crowd, she was already squeezed into the middle of the crowd. Someone poured the paint they had prepared earlier on at her.
In the nick of time, it was Leng Huaijin who rushed out and hugged her tightly. His entire body was covered in blood red paint. His back was hit by a metal paint barrel and he let out a low groan.
"Jin!"
Shen Weiyang's pupils contracted. She immediately held his arm tightly and looked at him worriedly.
The moment she lifted her head, her heart suddenly stopped in his deep eyes.
The world seemed to have stopped at this moment. She clenched her hands tightly and conveyed the temperature that they were most familiar with.