In a moment, he was just as terrified and panicked.
Did it mean that the situation they had been most afraid of and most worried about before their arrival, the one they least wanted to see, had finally happened?
"Make way." A cold voice sounded from behind the two of them. Then, Jun Ye unhesitatingly moved between them.
His icy-cold eyes, sharp as ever, first caught the slight tremble of Wensheng holding the injured person's clothes, then swiftly moved to survey the men's garment draped over Manman. Such an item of middle-aged men's clothing, he knew at a glance whose it was. As for the torn and tattered women's blouse underneath the man's clothes, after taking it in, his eyes lifted slightly, glancing at the face of his sister's husband.
No words.
He didn't utter a single word.
His icy gaze, at this moment, showed not a trace of warmth or emotion.
But then, hands as if equally cold reached out to unbuckle the safety belt from her waist and gently pulled her into his embrace.
