The woman's hand never fell, for a figure suddenly rushed into the bathroom.
Then, the man was kicked away with a swift foot.
Xie Yuan pulled the terrified Su Miaomiao into his arms in a protective embrace, his hand gently resting on her head against his shoulder, his tone tender and soothing.
"Don't be afraid, Xiao Guai..."
His gentleness in that moment, in stark contrast to the ruthlessness he had just displayed in kicking the man, was like that of a different person.
Su Miaomiao's hands clung desperately to Xie Yuan's lapel, and although she stopped screaming, her whole body was trembling.
It was all so dirty, both her and this place.
Xie Yuan scooped her up in a horizontal carry, and the shop owner who heard the commotion came running over, stopping dead upon seeing the scene.
"Hey, what's going on? Didn't we clear the area? Where did you pop out from?"
The woman at the side snapped back to her senses, teeth clenched in anger.
