Li Qiyu felt like a mechanism that had been shattered, her body falling apart. The bones in her foot had shifted, and the intense pain made it impossible for her to stand. She remembered how, during the past month of treatment, the pain had felt as if someone were threading a needle through her bones.
"Let her go—"
A hand clamped onto the bodyguard's shoulder, and in the next second, with an over-the-shoulder throw, the bodyguard crashed to the ground.
Ling Ran had a slender build and appeared gentle, but his strength was startling.
He bent down to help Li Qiyu up, "How are you? Are you alright?"
Li Qiyu was clutching a pocket watch, her soft body leaning on his arm. She smiled with effort, "Life is cheap for me, no matter how much I get tossed around, I can't seem to die. Don't worry."
Bodyguards from the Beitang family followed behind Ling Ran and started fighting with Bo Yeyuan's bodyguards.
