Pei Qinghan didn't hesitate to run into the construction site, where cement mixers and scaffolding were everywhere, leaving almost no place to set foot.
Pei Qinghan finally stopped, put Yun Ya down on the ground, and said in a gentle low voice, "Wait here for your brother to chase away the bad guy, don't go anywhere."
Yun Ya hung her head and softly uttered a hum.
So she didn't see the gentle, beautiful smile at the corner of the youth's lips.
"Overconfident and seeking death," sneered the man in black, contemptuously.
Pei Qinghan's eyes turned cold as the secluded moon in an instant, and he casually picked up a section of iron rod, which had fallen off the scaffolding. It was about a foot long and as thick as an adult's thumb. Weighing it in his hand, he said tenderly to Yun Ya, "Be good, close your eyes."
Yun Ya obediently closed her eyes.
