"What are you doing! My little sister is about to get hit!" An Zhihang turned his head and roared furiously.
Gu Yelin looked in the direction of the girl, pursed his lips stiffly, and said coldly, "With me here, nothing will happen to her."
Indeed, as soon as the man's voice fell, there was a loud "bang," and Ah Chen's tall body stiffened and fell to the ground!
On his head were three Silver Needles, glinting faintly with a cold light under the illumination.
Before An Zhihang could react, a chill wind blew past him, and Gu Yelin had disappeared from sight.
"Tutu." The man held An Yiqing tightly in his arms, as if he was afraid of losing her. He understood his precious one's thoughts, so he had not intervened in the fight against Ah Chen. A person's strength and potential are released only in the face of danger, even though he would wish for her to never get hurt. But he respected her wishes more, and even if it pained him, he had to support her!
