Wang Xiaolong and Fan Sanhu were only half a step apart, and at such a close distance, even with some guard, it was hard to dodge this abrupt strike in time.
Therefore, when she saw this scene, Zhang Hongmei's pretty face instantly lost all color.
She had thought Wang Xiaolong's arrival could help her escape from the tiger's mouth, but she hadn't expected that, far from driving Fan Sanhu away, it would cause Wang Xiaolong to get injured because of her.
The stone Fan Sanhu had thrown was the size of two fists, and it had many sharp edges and corners.
On top of that, he had thrown it with all his might; if it hit Wang Xiaolong in the face, even if it didn't kill him, his face would be destroyed!
Wang Xiaolong had a mental deficiency and had suffered so much before.
If his face were ruined too, his life would truly be over.
If she had known earlier, she should have made him leave first.
In an instant, thick self-reproach and regret filled Zhang Hongmei's heart.
