Looking at Mo Weiyi's coy manner...
Song Quan couldn't help but smile, wanting to pull her into his arms. His words also started becoming vulgar, "Miss, why don't you come with big brother? I promise to make you..."
Until a hand suddenly grabbed his arm from behind.
Song Quan was annoyed. Turning his head to curse, he growled, "Damn it, who's the idiot who ruined my good..."
A fist smashed into his face.
It was fast, ruthless, and accurate.
Song Quan felt an unbearable pain in his nose, soon followed by a strong smell of metal. A liquid slipped down his face.
He reached out and touched it.
Blood!
Song Quan cursed, "Damn it!"
He looked at the man in black in front of him, "Who the hell are you?"
Rong An paid no attention to him and instead turned to Mo Weiyi, "Princess, are you alright?"
With a look of disgust, Mo Weiyi shook her hand, "Why did it take you so long to come over!"
Rong An quickly lowered his head, "It's my fault."
