Guo Miao looked at Guo Lin coldly.
Guo Lin was intimidated by Guo Miao's stare. She increased the strength of her hand, preparing to pull Guo Miao up from her seat.
Guo Miao didn't say anything. Instead, she grabbed Guo Lin's wrist and exerted a little force.
Guo Lin grimaced in pain.
Why was Guo Miao's grip so strong?
Guo Lin raised her other hand and was about to slap Guo Miao.
Pa!
Guo Lin's slap landed on Guo Hu's hand instead of Guo Miao's face.
In that instant, Guo Hu reached out to block Guo Lin's hand.
The area on Guo Hu's hand that had been hit quickly became red and swollen, and there was even a slight purple tinge. Guo Lin had used a lot of strength in that slap just now. If it had really hit his face, he would have been disfigured.
Guo Miao was stunned for a moment. She did not expect Guo Hu to protect her.
