Fist after fist came down, and the person on the ground was already covered in wounds, unable to utter a word.
Lu Wenjin radiated a dense, fierce air, a terrifying aura that made others afraid to approach.
He raised his hand to continue, but suddenly, his fist was enveloped by a warm palm.
Gu Danyu deftly dissipated the force in his hand, her voice low, "Stop hitting."
It would be troublesome if something happened.
Meeting those clear, cold eyes, the young man blinked, the intense gloom in his pupils gradually dispersing.
In an instant, he was back to looking harmless again.
Lu Wenjin hastily released Ah Qing's wrist, wiping the blood off his knuckle, and hid it behind his back without a trace.
He had almost forgotten; he needed to be a good boy now.
Gu Danyu: "...."
Did his expression just change a bit too quickly?
Feeling the woman's steady gaze, Lu Wenjin's heart tightened, pointing at Ah Qing on the ground, who looked like a dead dog, and began to tattle.
