Just as she was about to fall onto the man, a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist from behind, keeping her body balanced.
Qiao Jing turned around to look at Wu Xirui, the one who had just grabbed her other wrist was none other than Wu Xirui himself.
A cold air instantly rose from under Zhan Qipei's feet, encircling his entire body, and headed towards enveloping both Qiao Jing and Wu Xirui.
"Let go," these two words were spoken by Zhan Qipei to Wu Xirui.
With a crooked smile, Wu Xirui not only didn't let go of Qiao Jing's hand but instead, in front of Zhan Qipei, deliberately tightened his grip.
Wu Xirui's action deeply riled up Zhan Qipei, and in an instant, his anger burned to its boiling point, his fists clenched in preparation to strike.
Qiao Jing noticed Zhan Qipei's reaction, looked towards Wu Xirui, and tugged at her hand, but couldn't pull it free.
Wu Xirui was standing off fiercely against Zhan Qipei, neither willing to give in to the other.
