With her shout, everyone who was drinking and dancing stopped and looked over curiously.
Lin Qingqian's fair face was expressionless. Her slender fingers grabbed Ling Shuang's wrist tightly, and Ling Shuang's face was pale with fear. Coupled with her tears, it was very easy to imagine the situation.
"Sister Qingqian, what are you doing? Let go of Ah Shuang quickly!" Li Ruzhu said from the side, but she stood still.
Ling Shuang often hung out in 1942. Two of her suitors recognized her at a glance and walked over, saying fiercely, "You dare to touch Princess Ling Shuang? You're courting death!"
As they spoke, a palm was already slapping towards Lin Qingqian.
Yan Sui was shocked. "Qianqian…"
Lin Qingqian watched as the large palm flew over. Just as she was about to let go of Ling Shuang and dodge, someone moved even faster and caught the man's hand, even bending it ruthlessly.
The man screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
