Several men were about to make their move when Shen Weiyi suddenly kicked the knee of the man on her left and simultaneously elbowed the abdomen of the man on her right, using the opportunity to break free from their grip. Then she threw a high kick, hitting another man in the back.
Behind Shen Weiyi was a more robust man who, after being kicked, just took a small step back and quickly reached out for Shen Weiyi's shoulder again.
Just as he was about to grab Shen Weiyi's shoulder, suddenly a pair of hands reached out from the side, grabbed Shen Weiyi's wrist, and pulled her away from the man behind.
Shen Weiyi was pulled into a cool embrace, smelling the familiar, faint woody scent of the other party. Quickly lifting her head, she saw the distinct jawline of the newcomer.
It was Sheng Ting!
Shen Weiyi couldn't help but be momentarily stunned.
How did he get here?
Today was the last day of the conference, and Shen Weiyi had thought he wouldn't be back until tomorrow.
