Dan Hanjie stood less than three meters away from her, his slender eyes slightly lifted.
Seeing the handprint on her face, his eyes tightened, and he glanced at Yao.
Understanding immediately, Yao grabbed the bodyguard who had just attacked Qin Youxuan, twisted his hand backwards, and a horrific cry followed. The man passed out immediately.
Needless to say, that hand was completely ruined.
The remaining bodyguards, realising the situation, attempted to step forward, but Yao took out a gun from his waist and played with it coldly, "Who dares to lay a hand on Mr. Jie?"
"J-Jie... Mr. Jie..."
The bodyguards looked at each other, lifted their injured comrade, and disappeared immediately.
Qin Youxuan leaned against the wall, her head down, shoulders slightly trembling. Her face was hidden, but instinctively, it seemed like she was crying.
Dan Hanjie's gaze softened, feeling a tightness in his chest.
