Lu Jingyan shook his head, and just as he was about to speak, he saw the blood on Sheng Xian's left hand. He exploded in an instant, "Fuck, where did that mad dog come from, daring to stab someone in front of me, and even hurting my person? Are you fucking tired of living?"
The assistant's phone, which he was preparing to use to call the police, dropped to the ground with a "snap."
Today was his first time seeing Lu Jingyan, and the labels that had come to mind were: cold beauty, noble, goddess.
And now, this cold and noble goddess seemed as fierce as a Rakshasa.
Lu Jingyan cursed while rushing over.
Her demeanor was fierce as if she wanted to tear the person being held by the security guards to pieces.
But she had barely taken two steps before she was pulled back by Sheng Xian hugging her waist.
"Sheng Xian, what are you blocking me for? I told you, when it comes to fighting, you're supposed to block the other person."
