Without the slightest hesitation, Yu Ting walked faster and flung herself into Lu Nanchen's arms.
If this were a normal situation, she would not have done this. Yu Ting would have taken a few chairs and fought with those men.
But now was a special time; she had to consider the child in her womb.
If absolutely necessary, it would be better not to take action.
The person in his arms was very quickly protected by the man.
Just as nervous as her was Lu Nanchen. As soon as he entered, he saw his wife being chased by a few burly men. His entire face was so stern it could drip water, and his teeth were almost grinding to pieces.
With one hand on Yu Ting's shoulder, he took out an extendable stick from his body with the other hand. A crisp sound echoed as he swung it with force, signifying the start of the fight – a stick about 1.2-meter long appeared in Lu Nanchen's hand.
