Watching her slip from the edge of the plank road, Chen Ziming smirked coldly.
Bang!
Suddenly, a heavy blow landed on his back.
Chen Ziming turned his face and saw a pair of bright, cold eyes.
Mu Tianye?
The man who was just now lost and helpless, had actually stood up again?!
He couldn't believe it as he widened his eyes, but his body had already been sent flying into the air, hanging briefly before plummeting downwards.
At this moment, Ning Xiaofei's fingers gripping the railing had completely lost strength, and finally slipped off.
A hand reached out and grabbed her falling wrist.
Ning Xiaofei opened her eyes, shut tight in terror, to see that familiar handsome face, those black eyes gazing at her reassuringly.
"It's alright, I will pull you up!"
With one hand holding the railing and the other holding her, the man was slightly out of breath, but his tone was steady and firm.
A large hand gripped her wrist tightly.
