"Let me go!"
Wang Yuyan called out in a haste, her face blushing so intensely it resembled a ripe red apple.
Ye Wudao quickly released his hands, and Wang Yuyan's body instantly lost balance. Just as she was about to fall to the ground, Ye Wudao hastily caught her.
This time, Wang Yuyan had regained her footing and pushed his hands away with force. With an indignant red face, she stepped a few paces away from him, her heart still pounding. At this moment, whether to hit him or not, the atmosphere turned somewhat odd.
"Ye Wudao, you said you don't know kung fu." After a long while, Wang Yuyan managed to steady her heartbeat and glared at him angrily.
"I never said I don't know kung fu. I just said Ma Biao wasn't killed by me."
Ye Wudao spread his hands and blinked innocently, "Anyway, about Ma Biao's matter, I, Ye Wudao, will never admit it. Ma Biao dared to lay a hand on Song Yuhan, and that sealed his fate."
"Ye Wudao, who on earth are you?"
