Yaya whimpered, groaning in pain. Her strength was gone and her pride was in tatters.
Ruyi stood over her, chest heaving, knuckles bleeding, one hand protectively resting over her stomach.
The bloodied silence stretched thin with fear lingering in the atmosphere.
Yaya lay crumpled against the far stall, her breaths wet and shaky, her lip split, and her face bruised. Ruyi stood over her, fists shaking, one hand pressed protectively over her abdomen.
Then—
SLAM.
The door burst open with a metallic crash. Lu Zi Zhen rushed into the bathroom to see what his mother was doing as the shadow guards had notified him. They couldn't interfere when it was just two women, and they knew Song Yaya was no match for her.
He narrowed his eyes gazing at the marble floor that was dyed red, at first worried but then calmed down. Who was his mother? Someone who could tackle a few trained assassins altogether.
