"Bastard, who allowed you to speak about my brother like that? Ming, I think you've grown tired of living!"
Behind Ming, three figures flashed out like bolts of lightning, with Xu Xiaomo naturally at the forefront. After scolding Ming, her gaze towards Beiting Huang became somewhat evasive, but she eventually mustered up the courage to look his way and greeted, "Little Ninth, it's me, I'm really sorry!"
This "sorry" touched Beiting Huang's heart. Xu Xiaomo didn't need to apologize to Beiting Huang; in fact, Beiting Huang owed her a great favor. She had saved Huang City, and if it hadn't been for her intercepting Ming along the way, not only would Huang City have been destroyed, but Teacher Nan Ling and the others probably would have perished on the spot as well.
Such words did not need to be spoken between brothers. Beiting Huang gave her a faint smile, and their eyes already said it all.
