"Save me!"
Ning Weiwei, seeing a car approaching, rushed in front of the Land Rover as if grasping for a lifeline.
The gangsters' faces darkened.
They hadn't expected someone to dare interrupt their fun at such a crucial moment.
"Are you okay?"
Qin Guang got out of the car and walked up to Ning Weiwei. Seeing the terror on her face, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pity.
"Qin Guang, it's you! You're so kind. They, they..."
Ning Weiwei, upon seeing who had stepped out of the vehicle, immediately relaxed and hugged Qin Guang tightly.
"I'm here now, everything will be okay."
Qin Guang gently patted Ning Weiwei's back, whispering reassurances.
He said sternly to the three thugs, "What do you think you're doing?"
The thugs, realizing Qin Guang knew Ning Weiwei, cursed their luck internally – the cooked duck was about to fly away.
But they weren't scared.
After all, there was only one of him and three of them.
