"Ah?"
It was only then that Zhang Fan came to his senses, hurriedly releasing his grip, but in the next moment, Di Xiele fell straight to the side.
Zhang Fan was quick-eyed and quick-handed, promptly stepping forward to support him.
Seeing the pained expression on Di Xiele's face, Zhang Fan finally realized.
Had he been too heavy-handed?
Damn it, surely it wasn't his fault, considering that chick's move with the hidden weapon just earlier—if he hadn't dodged swiftly, he surely would have been doomed.
In that moment, he had acted entirely on combat instinct, not minding anything else.
Ye Xuan also sensed that something was amiss here and quickly ran over.
"What happened?" Ye Xuan asked.
Zhang Fan, with a dark face, said, "Accidental injury!"
"Ye Zi, who is he?" Di Xiele's eyes were brimming with tears, on the verge of crying.
She couldn't believe that she could be knocked out in just a few seconds, and in such an infuriating way.
