Jian Liangtong's expression was somewhat complex. She looked up at him and nodded.
Jian Liangtong bent down to sit in the car, and suddenly a hand reached through from the side gap, grabbing her arm.
Jian Liangtong's arm felt slightly numb as she looked over in shock.
Song Yun's petite figure squeezed in through the small gap between Huo Shaojun and the car body, her face flushed red from the effort.
In Jian Liangtong's mind, an untimely thought popped up: A small figure, containing great energy!
Huo Shaojun seemed not to have anticipated Song Yun's move; his cold eyes faltered momentarily before quickly turning stern, and he reached out to seize Song Yun's wrist.
Song Yun immediately cried out in pain, suddenly releasing Jian Liangtong's arm, holding her own wrist with a face full of disbelief and hurt as she looked at Huo Shaojun, "Huo Shaojun, for her, you actually laid hands on me?"
"No one can touch her!" Huo Shaojun glared grimly at Song Yun, his tone harsh.
