Song Xirou's face was a picture of embarrassment and her hatred for Jian Qing was bone-deep.
"What, you're not leaving? Waiting around for a beating?" Quan Mingxuan sneered, but his eyes didn't carry a hint of a smile.
"You…"
With her breath hitched in her chest, Zhang Tong pointed at Quan Mingxuan, unable to get out a complete sentence.
"Song Xirou, at this time, it's best for you to lay low. If you really upset Jian Qing, even if she decided to skin you alive, no one will save you." Han Yue half-smiled coldly, a hand in his pocket.
Her sharp nails dug into the soft palm, the slight pain reminding her to snap back to reality. She reached out to hold Zhang Tong, "Mom, let's go."
"Rourou, they have gone too far, how can we…" Zhang Tong glared furiously at Quan Mingxuan and was cut off by Song Xirou before she could finish.
"Mom, listen to me, let's go home first."
