An Xiaoyu turned her head to look and saw Shen Yufeng standing on her left, his robust and vigorous figure shielding her.
With just one glance, he exuded an aura as if he were a magnificent tree standing against the wind, lustrous as the sun and moon shining together.
In truth, Li Xin's slap posed no great threat to An Xiaoyu; she could easily block it with her arm.
But before An Xiaoyu could make a move, Shen Yufeng had already defended her from Li Xin's attack.
In that instant, An Xiaoyu's heart pounded, and her eyes started to feel a bit sour.
*
His large hand clamped down on Li Xin's wrist like a vice, gripping it fiercely.
Li Xin felt as if her arm was about to break. She had not yet had a chance to see clearly who it was when that forceful grip suddenly pushed her and then let go, causing her, caught off guard, to stagger several steps backward before regaining her balance.
It was only when she clearly saw the man before her, cold as frost, that she was struck dumb.
