Shen Yi's brow also furrowed as he attempted to step closer, but Rong Yan blocked him.
Compared to Rong Yan, Shen Yi was just a youngster. Whether it was his demeanor or stature, standing in front of Rong Yan, he seemed too weak.
Although he wasn't short in height, he still needed to look up slightly at Rong Yan, "You hurt her!"
The corners of Rong Yan's lips curled up indifferently, "Get lost!"
Shen Yi clenched his fists, "Can't you hear? You just hurt her."
Mao Beibei felt the hand gripping her arm tighten further, causing her such pain that she grimaced and was on the verge of tears.
Shen Yi's anger was written all over his face. As he reached out to pull Mao Beibei's hand away, Rong Yan was one step ahead and clamped down on his wrist, twisting it hard enough that Shen Yi's wrist promptly swelled up.
Rong Yan's voice was almost frozen, "Beat it!"
"Get lost" and "Beat it," merely tens of seconds apart, yet Mao Beibei understood very well that Rong Yan was genuinely angry.
