A hint of unwillingness flashed across the man's face, but the pain in his wrist made him start to feel timid, and the aura emanating from the other man made his legs tremble.
"Get lost!" Lin Jinfang increased the strength in his hand and twisted the man's wrist to the side.
"Ah!" The man groaned low, released the object in his hand, and quickly escaped from there after freeing himself from Lin Jinfang's grasp.
After walking some distance, he stopped and turned his head to spit in the direction of the standing man before leaving sheepishly.
"Cenhuan?" Lin Jinfang frowned as he looked at the person staggering in front of him. He reached out to support Cenhuan and called her softly.
"Did you drink?" Smelling the strong alcohol scent on her, his eyebrows furrowed even tighter.
"Who are you?" Cenhuan raised her head, looking confused at the person in front of her, the strength she maintained earlier now completely gone.
The rationality she had maintained was now broken.
