Suddenly, Ye Chen's eyes narrowed. He walked over to Wen Tingting, squatted down, and reached out to touch her cheek.
The red palm print was extremely clear.
"Who did it?"
Wen Tingting glanced at Luo Huan, but did not say anything.
"I understand."
Ye Chen stood up and looked at the Black Tiger King, whose body was bleeding in several places.
The Black Tiger King wanted to stand up, but it was obviously seriously injured, primarily due to Granny Hua.
It looked at Ye Chen with a hint of guilt in its eyes, as if blaming itself for not stalling these people longer for its master.
Ye Chen stroked its head and smiled. "You've already done very well."
"Since I am your master, I naturally have to protect you. No one else is allowed to mess with you."
Ye Chen's indifferent voice rang out, as he turned around abruptly and shot a cold glare at Luo Huan.
