Xia Chen'an was obviously enraged to the extreme. The look he gave the journalist was sharp and intense, as if he couldn't wait to tear him into a thousand pieces and flay him alive.
His fingers gripping the journalist's collar were straining so much that veins bulged on the back of his hand. His tone of voice when he spoke again was even more determined than before. He spat out his words more crisply, each one punctuated with a nail-hard determination, "I'm telling you, Qin Shujian is under my protection. As long as I'm alive, I won't allow anyone to insult her!"
Dumbfounded by the journalist's seemingly rational words, Qin Shujian hadn't managed to compose her thoughts when Xia Chen'an, standing by her side, lashed out. By the time she realized what Xia Chen'an had done, she heard him say, "Qin Shujian, she is under my protection".