"I told you to move!" Ling Chuan roared.
"Qingqing, get out of the way!" Mo Wei was terrified Ling Chuan would lose control and hurt An Ziqing again.
He wanted to push her aside.
But An Ziqing wouldn't move.
Mo Wei could only deal with Ling Chuan first.
He saw Ling Chuan's eyes bloodshot, staring at An Ziqing like he was going mad.
He took the chance and kicked, right at Ling Chuan's knee.
Caught off guard, Ling Chuan grunted, one leg dropping to the ground, his knee stabbing into the shattered glass all over the floor. The pain made him frown, but looking at the woman in front of him who was single-mindedly shielding Mo Wei, he felt the fire of his rage was really about to reach its peak.
"Ling Chuan!!" An Ziqing saw his condition and called out anxiously.
But Mo Wei yanked her back.
Seeing Ling Chuan unable to stand for the moment, Mo Wei pulled An Ziqing up. "Qingqing! Let's go!!"
An Ziqing was completely dragged away by Mo Wei.
