Wang Meng screamed, desperately protecting her final bottom line.
Ning Shenji, having failed to break through after two minutes, furiously dealt Wang Meng a vicious slap.
Yet even so, Wang Meng didn't let go.
"Wu De, you come over here and hold down her hands."
Ning Shenji barked.
"Okay... okay."
As Wu De was about to step forward, an icy voice suddenly rang out, "The third son of Heavenly God Temple turns out to be such a despicable scoundrel, quite enlightening."
"Who?"
Startled, Ning Shenji spun around to see who it was, and upon recognizing Long Chen, he quickly straightened up.
Wu De's steps also froze, not daring to advance any further.
"Long Chen..."
Wang Meng got to her feet and threw herself into Long Chen's embrace, crying out loud.
In Long Chen's arms, Wang Meng finally felt an overwhelming sense of security.
Long Chen took off his coat and draped it over Wang Meng.
Wang Meng tightened the coat around herself as her tears continued to fall.
