The fierce battle took place not more than ten minutes. Li Hongyu and Zhao Shuncheng stood aside and watched the fight. The bangs and thumps of the physical combat rang out loud. By the time they returned to their senses, the bodyguards were all on the ground. Meanwhile, the person whom they had boasted shamelessly to take her back, Zhao Youlin, gradually rose up right after swinging a fist at the bodyguard. She patted the dust off her hands.
"W-When did you…"
"When did I become so good at fighting, right?" Zhao Youlin quirked her eyebrow and confronted the stupefied couple with a smirk, "Shouldn't you be asking yourself why don't you even have any knowledge of your daughter fighting so well? How shameless of you to have even asked."
"I-I…"
