How could he be this strong?
I'm a Seventh Grade Fist Master, yet he swatted me away like a fly with a casual wave of his hand? I couldn't even put up a shred of resistance...
HISS!
Qin Mu drew a sharp breath, his bloodshot eyes locked on Chen Yang.
Chen Yang, however, didn't spare him a single glance. A smile played on his lips as he watched Qin Qiu run toward him.
"Chen Yang."
Qin Qiu grabbed Chen Yang's hand, her exquisite face brimming with uncontrollable joy. She had never imagined she would depend on a man so much.
But then again, having a man to rely on is wonderful, isn't it?
"Honey, are you alright?" Chen Yang looked Qin Qiu up and down, afraid she might have been injured.
Qin Qiu shook her head. "I'm fine."
"Are Xiaomo and Grandpa here, too?" Chen Yang asked.
Qin Qiu nodded and briefly recounted what had happened at the hospital. She finished with a pout, "These people from the Qin Family are far too domineering."
