The night breeze was cool.
The long hair on An Xiaowan's back was swaying because of the wind.
Huo Shen frowned while looking at her. His thin lips moved as he ordered. "Break the hand that tried to touch her."
His voice was calm even when speaking such brutal and cruel words as if he was just talking about something normal.
After speaking, he stepped forward and then stopped in front of An Xiaowan.
A shadow fell on An Xiaowan's body. She raised her head but could not see his expression.
Huo Shen slowly bent over, and then suddenly picked her up.
An Xiaowan did not resist or move, as she let Huo Shen carry her into the car.
Behind them, screams and squeals of the men continued.
After the car door closed, Huo Shen turned to look at An Xiaowan, and his gaze was deep and profound.
An Xiaowan's beautiful face had the mark of being slapped by someone, a red and swelling palm print remained on her face.
