Just as the man was about to kick the bicycle, a long leg appeared out of nowhere and fiercely kicked his leg.
The man was completely unprepared, and since he was standing on only one foot when he lifted his leg, he was kicked by the person who had come.
He was kicked back several steps and directly collapsed onto the ground on his bottom.
He grimaced with pain, holding his knee, tears nearly coming out from the pain.
The little boy, sitting next to the man, saw this scene and, fearing that the man would take his anger out on him, had no choice but to use his somewhat bloodied little hand to endure the pain and crawl to the other side.
After keeping a safe distance from the man, he looked up at the person who had saved his sister.
Qiao Jing was standing next to the bicycle, her brows and eyes filled with coldness, her phoenix-like eyes as deep as a bottomless dark pool.