Nan Jiaojiao moved her shoulders, not yet in severe pain, so she endured it, her cold eyes harboring a beast-like fierceness.
"Miss Nan, be careful!"
Han Chuan suddenly shouted and rushed over to shield Nan Jiaojiao. Before he could stabilize himself, a massive force grabbed his arm and flung him aside.
Han Chuan was stunned; by the time he stabilized himself after stepping back several steps, the wheelchair was pushed toward him, and he instinctively reached out to stop it.
"Take good care of grandma."
Nan Jiaojiao instructed and then pulled out a piece of wood as wide as a palm and about one meter long from beside the Flower Terrace under construction.
The sports car charged towards her, and Kang Xiangyue in the driver's seat had bloodshot eyes, recklessly speeding forward.
When the car was still half a meter away, Nan Jiaojiao swiftly sidestepped, rested her palm on the edge of the stick, and thrust it forward towards the car window.
