Gu Nanqiao had just sensed something was amiss when a hand had already swung towards her face.
She knew she couldn't avoid it, instinctively closed her eyes, but the hand didn't fall, and all she heard was a man's scream near her ear.
Then, a familiar face came into view.
It was Quan Ye.
Gu Nanqiao was slightly startled, it had been so long that seeing him again felt utterly unfamiliar.
The man's face twisted into a grotesque expression from the severe pain in his wrist, he groaned in agony and cursed, "Who the hell is blind enough to lay a hand on me?"
He motioned for a bodyguard nearby, but with Quan Ye making the move himself, no bodyguard dared to step forward.
They could only stand by, looking at each other helplessly.
The man grew frantic, enduring the sharp pain in his wrist, and turned back to look at the person who had hit him.
But as he clearly saw the cold, grim face, he felt as if struck by lightning.
