Song Yao stood there with her hands on her hips, with sweat on her forehead.
Her face was even redder.
Under her feet lay a man with a black and blue face. The man was lying on the ground, screaming in pain.
Han Che rushed forward and held Song Yao.
It seemed that it was a conditioned reflex. Song Yao kept beating his chest.
"If you dare to touch me, I will kill you today."
Han Che was speechless.
He felt that Song Yao had regarded him as the wretched man just now.
"Well, it's over. I'll take you back now. Don't worry. You'll be fine with me!"
Hearing this, Song Yao seemed to be comforted and became quiet.
When Liang Yi saw this, she tightened her grip angrily and walked forward to have a look at Song Yao.
"How's it going? Are you all right now."?
Han Che glanced at her indifferently.
Han Che saw clearly what Liang Yi did just now.
Her inexplicable nervousness and helplessness had exposed her completely.