The words had barely fallen from his lips, when a man named Sun Neng stretched out his hand with a fiendish grin. He reached out for Qiao Huanhuan's cheek, but at that moment, Qing Cheng, who was behind her, suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Qiao Huanhuan's wrist, and pulled her to her side, deftly avoiding the man's inappropriate advance.
Chu Mo took a deliberate glance at the woman in the trench coat, and when he saw her eyes slightly squint, he suddenly felt that this woman, who had been behaving so charmingly moments ago, now exuded a dangerous aura.
After all, Qiao Huanhuan was one of his people. If he couldn't even protect a woman, not to mention what Fan Zhijian would think of him, Chu Mo would feel too ashamed to face anyone. His previous decision to hold back and retreat wasn't out of fear of the other party, but simply because he didn't want to cause a scene.
