Ever since she was a child, aside from her own father, no one ever dared to tell her to "get out."
An Yeran put down her bowl, leaned against the dining table, looked at the few boys, raised an eyebrow, and said, "What business do you have with Lu Xiu? Tell me about it."
Wu Zhuo's hair was damp with soup, sticky and greasy, and still carried a bit of a smell.
The other three men assisted him and retreated a few steps back.
"You dare to hit me?!" Wu Zhuo, having lost such face in public, turned purple from anger, shook off the guys supporting him, and charged directly towards An Yeran!
The girl extended her hand, firmly caught the boy's punch, then swiftly struck him in the abdomen!
Wu Zhuo only felt a sudden cramping pain in his belly!
An Yeran controlled her strength well; enough to make him feel pain, but not severe.
Wu Zhuo, in agony, squatted down holding his abdomen, his brow furrowed tightly.
