Su Yinxue looked at the man's fierce spirit, her face turning pale.
Her body swayed, as if about to fall.
It took almost all her strength to support herself, to keep from falling down.
However, her expression remained incredibly calm.
Her indifferent, clear eyes were like obsidian soaked in an icy spring.
Incredibly cold and incredibly tranquil.
The man's facial expression was extremely fierce.
It was as if he saw an arch-enemy, grinding his teeth with spasming muscles.
The man was getting closer and closer to Su Yinxue.
Ten meters, eight meters, five meters…
The bustling street became so quiet it was suffocating.
Yang Fei's face began to change.
He had sharply perceived the man's malice towards Su Yinxue.
Suddenly, a three- or four-year-old boy ran out, blocking the eagle-nosed man's path.
The boy did not understand the shift in the situation, nor how to read the adult's expressions.
In his hand, he held a little water gun, giggling cheerfully.
