"Who are you?" Meng Ying watched Ding Fan at the door with her full Divine Sense on guard.
The iron nail shot just now had showcased the man's considerable strength, so without understanding the identity of the newcomer, Meng Ying had held back from making any rash moves.
At this moment, Ding Fan completely ignored Meng Ying and the others as if nothing had happened and walked over to Lin Yanxi's side.
"It's okay now, don't be afraid..."
Lin Yanxi's autism was about to fully recover, and Ding Fan was worried that she wouldn't handle such an excessive fright well—it might even worsen her condition.
Lin Yanxi's tears flowed uncontrollably at that moment.
"Brat, die!"
Seeing Ding Fan enter and then completely ignore them, Su Fan felt somewhat enraged. The long whip in her hand lashed straight for the back of Ding Fan's head.
Her whip came with relentless force; if it truly connected, it would only mean certain death for Ding Fan.