Who would have expected that person to increase their grip again?
"Ah..." The greasy man screamed miserably, and cold sweat suddenly appeared.
The fist he swung let go mid-air.
"Let, let go of me."
As he wished, the man raised his foot and kicked him far away with a strong kick.
The greasy man slid several meters on the smooth ground, nearly colliding with someone.
Laying awkwardly on the ground, one hand clutching his pained stomach, he struggled to get up.
After glancing at the man standing in front of his car and Gu Yao, he didn't even care about his car anymore.
"You, you wait for me."
He dropped those threatening words and fled in a panic.
Seeing that the crisis was over, Gu Yao breathed a sigh of relief.
She looked at the man who had come to her rescue and politely said thanks.
"Thank you."
Ais looked at her and suddenly reached out his hand close to her face.
Gu Yao dodged, looking at him warily.
