His movement blocked Fu Han's line of sight, preventing her from seeing what Nan Qing was doing, but she thought as long as she could hold onto the man in black, Nan Qing would be safe.
Suddenly, a "snap" rang out, and Fu Han had no idea what had happened; she only felt dirt pelting her face, forcing her eyes shut with pain, unable to open them.
"Bitch, you dare hit me?" the man in black's voice erupted as he let go of Fu Han.
Fu Han's eyes hurt terribly, but she astutely guessed that Nan Qing had probably hit the man in black with a flowerpot or something similar.
Ignoring the pain in her eyes, driven by instinct, she lunged forward and grabbed the man in black's legs while desperately shouting, "Nan Qing, run! Don't worry about me."
Fu Han always believed that self-preservation was a prerequisite for saving others. Now, Nan Qing was pregnant and had no ability to protect herself, how could she possibly rescue Fu Han from such a ruthless assailant?
