Qiao Jing had just kicked the two people in front of her away, when she turned her head and saw that Qiao Lin was about to be hit by a rubber baton.
Without thinking, she quickly turned around to protect Qiao Lin.
"Bang——"
With a muffled sound, Qiao Jing's back was heavily struck by the rubber baton.
She let out a muffled groan, furrowing her brow in pain.
The security guards saw that she seemed too weak to resist further, so they all stopped.
Qiao Lin was scared pale, and quickly reached out to support Qiao Jing, "Xiao Jing, how are you? Are you alright?"
She had meant to help, but it seems she had only caused trouble instead...
Qiao Hong also hurried over, her face full of tension and worry, urgently inquiring about Qiao Jing's condition.
Qiao Jing's complexion was somewhat pale, her back throbbed with numb pain, and she was generally uncomfortable, but she didn't want Qiao Hong and Qiao Lin to worry, so she gritted her teeth and endured.
