Watching the tears welling up in her eyes with grievance, Xiao Moli couldn't help but lower his head, wanting to kiss away the tears in her eyes.
Before he could kiss her.
A fist suddenly swung fiercely from the side towards his face.
Xiao Moli didn't think much, his body reacted before his mind, and he slightly tilted his head to the side.
His cool, thin lips brushed past An Ziqi's cheek.
At the same time, that fist barely grazed his face.
Xiao Moli turned around, raised his hand to block the fist beside him, and simultaneously threw a punch back at the person behind him.
The two of them instantly became entangled in a flurry of attacks.
An Ziqi raised her hand to cover her cheek, feeling extremely wronged, her eyes and nose stinging.
She wanted to leave quickly, but a large piece of her skirt had been torn from behind, making it impossible to leave.
Watching the fight between Yan Yu and Lin Xilu, she held back the tears in her eyes.
"Enough, Lin Xilu, stop fighting."
