Before Song Nuanyi could fire another shot, Wu Chenjin had already sent a fruit knife flying from behind him. The fruit knife went straight into his back.
The man stumbled and fell to the side. His shoulder and back were still bleeding.
Wu Chenjin did not care too much. He rushed to Song Nuanyi's side and hugged her in his arms.
Perhaps because he was too afraid of losing her, he hugged her so tightly that he almost squeezed Song Nuanyi into his body.
After an unknown amount of time, Song Nuanyi pushed Wu Chenjin hard and mumbled softly, "Wu Chenjin, you're strangling me to death."
Only then did Wu Chenjin reluctantly let go. His eyes were filled with the joy of surviving a disaster. He said in a hoarse voice, "You scared me to death. Do you know how scared and worried I was?"
Song Nuanyi was also still in shock from the fight just now. Only when Wu Chenjin let go of her did she have the chance to check if Wu Chenjin's body was injured.
