Tang En's skills were anything but ordinary. As he stormed over, he brought with him a gust of wind. It was early spring, a time when the chill lingered, and the wind was biting.
Standing next to Lin Lei, Jiang Yuanyuan couldn't help but hug her shoulders tightly, also frightened by Tang En.
Lin Lei's wrist was firmly restrained in mid-air, gripped painfully by Tang En's iron-like hands. Lin Lei's complexion twisted with pain, his face contorted as he looked at Tang En, "Who are you? Why are you meddling in others' business?"
Jing Sitian thought she was going to be beaten today by Lin Lei and his girlfriend, but unexpectedly, Tang En appeared at the crucial moment.
She gratefully called out his name, "Tang En."
