She was holding a simple and elegant umbrella in her hand. The hand that was holding the handle of the White jade umbrella was a very beautiful hand. It was slender and white in a cold tone.
Fu Shang looked up coldly and saw a group of children bullying a child in a black cloak. They threw stones and snowballs at him.
She furrowed her slender eyebrows.
The girl slowly walked over with her red lips pursed into a straight arc. With a wave of her wide sleeves, a few snowballs and stones were thrown at the other children.
She didn't show any mercy.
The children were thrown to the ground, and their arms and legs were probably bruised.
Seeing Fu Shang's cold and beautiful face and his icy blue eyes, the children immediately ran away.
Fu min turned around and looked at the little figure in the corner of the wall. He said in a gentle voice, ""Little fellow, are you alright?"
