"Bang... pu"
Because of the excessive force, a caught-off-guard President Zhang fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, his complexion turning immediately waxen.
"Brother Xiao... wuu wuu wuu, I'm so scared!"
Shen Jiayi, with tears streaming down her face like pear blossoms in the rain, seemed to have caught a lifeline the moment she saw Xiao Zheng, and threw herself into his arms like a bird returning to its nest, nuzzling closer as if seeking a safe haven.
"Don't be afraid, little sister Jiayi, Brother Xiao is here, you won't suffer any harm!"
Xiao Zheng held Shen Jiayi tightly, his chin resting on her forehead, patting her back gently, comforting in a soft voice.
Then, turning his head to look at President Zhang, his face became frighteningly ferocious, like a devil incarnate.
A dragon has its inverse scales, and Xiao Zheng's inverse scale was those dear to him; he always treated Shen Jiayi as a sister, a sentiment incomprehensible to the average person.
