Shen Qingyue was prepared to defend herself, but in the next second, a pair of big hands grabbed Bai Juhua and forcefully flung her away.
Chen Ming's strength was not insignificant. He threw Bai Juhua to the ground, and she did not get up for a while. Then he turned around and checked Shen Qingyue up and down, asking, "Are you okay?"
He had been following Shen Qingyue all this while, and who would have expected such an incident to happen in the time it took to park the car?
Shen Qingyue was about to say she was fine when Chen Ming grabbed her hand and looked concerned. "Your hand is injured."
She looked down and saw a small cut, probably caused by Bai Juhua's nails. Given some time, it would probably be hardly noticeable. But Chen Ming seemed as if she had a terminal illness. Helplessly, she said, "I'm fine."
Various emotions flickered in Chen Ming's eyes, and his lips tightened into a straight line without saying a word.
