"Xixi, let's go..."
Huang Xiaojue's hand was suddenly slapped away. Annoyed, he turned his head to see an extremely tall man, followed by two burly plainclothes bodyguards wearing large sunglasses.
The man completely ignored Huang Xiaojue. He arrogantly pulled Yan Xixi into his embrace with one arm, his expression haughty and domineering. "Kid, I'm warning you, if your filthy hands dare to touch her again, you're dead!"
Huang Xiaojue immediately recognized the man. He was the 'passerby' Huang Xiaojue had seen twice, the one who drove the luxury car.
He clenched his fists and stepped forward. "Who are you?"
Wan Donglin didn't even look at him, merely pulling Yan Xixi. "Xixi, let's go home."
Home!? This man actually dared to say "home"?
Yan Xixi, like a puppet, actually started walking forward with him.
