"Big bully, you can't bully Sister Xianglan!"
Zhou Mu'er, not knowing where her courage came from, actually stood in front of Lin Xianglan.
Zhang Ergou was taken aback for a moment, then he burst into laughter, "I didn't notice just now, but how come there's another beauty here, even more lovable-looking than Lin Xianglan.
Little beauty, let big brother take good care of you."
Zhang Ergou reached out to grab Zhou Mu'er.
Lin Xianglan suddenly picked up a kitchen knife that had fallen to the ground and slashed at Zhang Ergou's hand.
"Ah—!"
Although Zhang Ergou dodged most of the attack, his hand was still sliced: "You bitch, I'm going to kill you!"
Zhang Ergou was furious; no one had ever dared to injure him like this. He was asking for death.
"You guys, take this little beauty aside first, I will deal with this Lin Xianglan right here and now!"
Zhang Ergou shouted angrily.
A thug with dyed white hair approached Zhou Mu'er, reaching out to grab her directly.
