"Fuck!"
The man burst out with a curse.
With a sharp pain in his left forearm, he lifted his leg to kick towards Zhou Liao.
"Hey, hey, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive."
The wedding photography team's photographer and his colleagues swarmed to hold the man down.
Some grabbed him around the waist from behind, others held the leg he had lifted, preventing him from fighting back, leaving him with no chance to get half a step closer to Zhou Liao.
"Buddy, cool it, impulsiveness is the devil, man."
A few people held the man, dragging him away.
The woman hurried after them, "Let go of my husband."
"Let let let, we'll let go soon, we're doing this for your own good. If your husband charged forward to retaliate, he'd definitely be handing out a beatdown."
