"Who are you? What gives you the right to meddle in other people's business!"
The old man, unwilling to submit, tried to pull his wrist free, but Su Liuying gripped it tightly; he felt as if his wrist was about to break.
"Hey, hey, let go of me!"
With a forceful shove, Su Liuying released his hand, and the old man staggered backward several steps, knowing he was no match for her. He cursed and said, "You just wait!"
She waved her fist, and the old man turned and ran scared.
"Susu, thank you!"
Niu Xiaoli watched the old man run off, patting her chest in alarm.
"Xiaoli, I heard you two arguing just now. Do you realize how dangerous that was? Today I just happened to pass by and rescued you, but you might not be so lucky next time!"
Su Liuying looked at her with concern, "You're always wandering among those men, and one day if you encounter a really strong opponent, you'll be at a disadvantage!"
