Qiao En's appearance was innately pure, with a rare hint of charm in her eyes and brows. She acted coquettishly in front of Zhou Jin'an, and Ding Hao couldn't resist in the moment.
"Okay... okay..."
He said 'okay' twice, hurriedly and clumsily lifting Qiao En into a horizontal carry.
"I'm sorry, En'en, I'm so sorry."
Ding Hao held Qiao En tightly, spreading his legs and running forward.
Qiao En's slender arms wrapped around Ding Hao's neck, jostling about in his embrace.
"Let them disperse, I don't want you getting into trouble because of me."
She soothed him softly, and Ding Hao was very susceptible to this approach.
"Alright."
He immediately ordered the people to scatter.
Ding Hao's punch landed squarely on Qiao En's shoulder, causing her to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.
Although her body was in pain, she felt a sense of relief within her heart.
The oppressive crowd dispersed, and the siege on the Zhou Residence was finally lifted.
