They could only stare at the two people in front of them with ridiculous postures and hideous expressions.
Lu Moqing ignored them and turned to protectively walk Qiao Xu towards the elevator, "Are you scared?"
Lu Moqing's gentle voice sounded in Qiao Xu's ear, like a calming caress that momentarily eased Qiao Xu's heart.
"I'm fine."
She shook her head; although the scene just now was indeed frightening, she wasn't such a timid woman to be utterly terrified by it.
Her gaze inadvertently swept back, seeing a man holding an iron rod charging towards them.
"Mo Qing, be careful!"
Qiao Xu subconsciously cried out, and Lu Moqing quickly turned back, his gaze scanning over Qiao Xu's tense face before suddenly pausing.
Qiao Xu watched wide-eyed as the iron rod struck Lu Moqing's forehead.
The sharp edge of the iron rod left a long wound on Lu Moqing's forehead.
The next second, the man had been kicked away by Lu Moqing, and blood started flowing down Lu Moqing's nose.
