"Ning Xi? Where, where?"
"Ning Xi’s here? No way! She actually dared to show up?"
"There, over there!"
…
All the reporters turned to look in unison, and one after another lifted their cameras, ready to shoot the latest news.
Ning Xi frowned. She didn’t care about herself, but her first reaction was to protect Little Bun and to not let anyone scare him.
But before she could hug Little Bun, a large palm had pressed her head forward so that she was enveloped in warm arms, and one of her hands was gripped tightly by Little Bun’s soft little hand, almost as if he was telling her to not be afraid.
As for those reporters, they all stopped ten steps away.
Two huge men in black and wearing sunglasses appeared out of nowhere. Their expressions were fiendish, and like door gods, they blocked the path.
