"It's okay."
Although she said it was okay, her wrist was swollen red from where Han Siming had just gripped it tightly, clearly protesting the man's excessive force.
Gu Mochen's dark eyes grew even colder.
"Um..."
Jian Ran was somewhat frightened and hadn't regained her composure yet when Gu Mochen pulled her into his arms, leaning against the man's robust chest to calm her mind.
Gu Mochen's sharp gaze then swept towards the man lying on the ground, his thin lips lightly parting to utter cold, incisive words.
"Han Siming, who gave you the audacity to do this, huh?"
Gu Mochen's voice was very low, emitting an intimidating chill that sent shivers down one's spine.
