"Don't come any closer," Wen Wan's eyes whirled around once, and she turned to run towards the door.
Mo Siluo took three steps in two, and intercepted the woman directly.
"You... if you dare to hit me, I'll scream for help," Wen Wan was afraid of this man in front of her, especially when he was angry, which was absolutely terrifying.
"Do you want me to come over and grab you, or are you going to come here obediently!" Seeing the woman's frightened appearance, half of Siluo's anger dissipated instantly.
Wen Wan shook her head firmly; she wouldn't go over even if it killed her.
Seeing the woman about to run again, Siluo quickly stepped forward and grasped her wrist directly.
"Ah ah ah... Help!" Wen Wan instinctively cried out, raising her other arm to shield her head while shrinking down.
"Shut up!" Siluo demanded, his voice filled with a headache and grinding teeth.
"Then you... you can't hit me," stuttered Wen Wan.
