Zing.
The sound of Guqin's strings echoed in the auditorium, and the gigantic mud hand that was about to thwart Fan Meilin into a meat patty was cut in half.
Luo Huian looked at the man who tried to attack Fan Meilin and said to him with disgust palpable in her voice, "Don't go around attacking people you shouldn't touch."
Fan Meilin's eyes brightened when he heard the words of his wife, he lowered his head with a blush scattered on his face. It seemed like his wife cared for him, if not why would she rush to his aid so quickly?
On the other hand, when Qin Fang saw Luo Huian summon a guqin, her eyebrows furrowed. It seemed like the matter had turned troublesome. She clenched the flute that she had gotten her hands on with great difficulty and turned to look at her underlings,
"You all deal with them. I will go and make sure that our goal is fulfilled."
