In a flash, before Yang Xin knew what had happened, she was pushed away by Murong Qiao from where she was standing.
She looked at Murong Qiao in confusion and saw a flower pot landing beside her.
The speed was unbelievable. There was no time to think. Murong Qiao pushed Yang Xin out of the range with her hand, and her outstretched hand was ruthlessly scratched.
"Ah!" She couldn't help but cry out in pain.
An unbearable pain came from the back of her hand. It was almost unbearable.
Yang Xin reacted in the next second and hurriedly pounced on Murong Qiao. "Qiaoqiao!"
She looked at Murong Qiao's hands anxiously. When it fell, its original weight was no longer important. The force accumulated by the height was enough to break a person's bones.
Murong Qiao had deliberately avoided the direction of the flower pot's fall just now, but when she reached out to push Yang Xin away, she was inevitably affected.
