Luo Meili opened her eyes in confusion.
She saw a tall figure standing in front of her, with Liu Xinran's wrist tightly grasped by the opposite party.
It was just a silhouette, yet she recognized it was Zhang Xiaoshan.
Bewilderment, surprise, excitement, and grievance, a myriad of emotions welled up, turning into tears that spilled over.
"Little Shan."
She cried out.
A call filled with bitterness.
It was like a steel needle piercing Zhang Xiaoshan's body, causing him intense heartache.
"Meili, don't cry, watch me avenge you."
Zhang Xiaoshan's voice also had a few sobs in it.
"Who are you, let go of me, let go of me right now."
Liu Xinran's wrist was almost broken by Zhang Xiaoshan's grip, her face full of pain, but she couldn't break free.
"Kid, let go of my junior sister right now."
The buzz-cut man called Qingshan walked up to the front, his eyes full of hostility towards Zhang Xiaoshan.