Suddenly, two bright lights shone over, blinding everyone present.
The car came to a halt. A man carrying a baseball bat emerged from it. The headlights elongated his towering figure as he approached, walking straight towards Wen Zhiyao.
Instantly, the baseball bat in his hand came down on the driver's arm.
With a thud, the pain forced the driver to retract his hand.
Wen Zioyao felt like a kite with a broken string, falling, until a large, powerful hand suddenly circled her waist and pulled her into his embrace.
The unique scent of Jiang She enveloped her. Wen Zhiyao could feel a knot in her stomach, and her eyes involuntarily reddened.
"Why did you take so long to arrive?" Wen Zhiyao had been bottling up her grievances until she saw Jiang She, after which all of her tension released.
Wen Zhiyao nestled herself into his arms.
Jiang She, with an apologetic tone, said, "I'm sorry. I came too late."
