"I was wrong, I was wrong, I'm sorry, please forgive me, my hand is about to break..."
Under the intense pain, the arrogance of the middle-aged man completely disappeared, and he kept begging Qiao Jing for mercy.
The two little chubby kids nearby saw their dad being beaten up and cried loudly in fear, even snot bubbles emerging.
Qiao Jing withdrew her foot from the middle-aged man's, her red lips slightly parted, and she spat out a cold word, "Scram!"
The middle-aged man didn't dare to stay any longer and didn't even care about the pain in his hand. He immediately got up from the ground and escaped with his two chubby sons in a scramble, afraid that if he ran slowly, he might really lose his hand!
Zhan Qiaoze ran to Qiao Jing's side with a patter, looked up with his little face, and blinked his bright eyes at her, full of admiration.
"Aunt Jing, you're amazing! You were so cool when you were teaching that guy a lesson just now!"
