Lin Xiang saw the man pounce on her, but she stood still, not moving—an attacker with a knife!
She wanted to resist, to find an opportunity to break free from him.
"Stay still, don't make me spill blood," he tightened the grip on his knife, frightening Lin Xiang into a cold sweat.
Anxiety and fear filled her heart.
She acted on impulse, biting down hard on the man's wrist, causing him to reflexively retract his hand and drop the knife to the ground.
She could clearly taste the blood in her mouth and felt inexplicably filthy.
She quickly pushed the car door open and violently knocked the man to the ground. Lin Xuanze was stunned by his mother's ferocity for a second before seizing the opportunity to grab an iron rod and beat the man on the ground.
Lin Xiang's sharp eyes immediately kicked the knife under the car.
Lin Xuanze was truly ruthless, swinging a thumb-thick iron rod relentlessly.
The man curled up on the ground, howling from the beatings.
