Nie Chenglang stood on the side, his eyes deep, his brows and eyes full of solemnity, like the unfathomable water of an ancient well.
The man covered his swollen eye, taking steps one by one towards Xu Chaomu.
Xu Chaomu, holding a bag, backed away, her heart uneasy.
The man's gaze was sharp, like the edge of a blade, especially after one of his eyes had been swollen from a punch, the other eye appeared even more frightening.
Just as he was only three or four steps away from Xu Chaomu, suddenly, a figure brushed past Xu Chaomu's side.
Almost in the blink of an eye, a pair of black leather shoes kicked him in the body!
With great force, and just one kick, the man fell to the ground, blood seeping out of the corner of his mouth!
"Ah!" the man screamed.
Before he could scream a second time, another kick landed on his body!
Xu Chaomu raised her head and saw... it was Shen Chi.
He had actually come.
