Mr. Lin's hand trembled a little as he held a gun for the first time in his life.
He couldn't help but think, his daughter is so... uh, actually, she's quite brave... She must have been... maybe not that scared then...
But regardless, he just can't watch his daughter being bullied by others!
"Binghui, Binghui, calm down..."
Jianjun felt his throat dry and licked his lips again.
Although he had served in the army, he was in communications, and compared to a battle-hardened man like Mr. Lin, his presence was decidedly weaker.
Mr. Lin glanced at Mrs. Zhang, who wanted to step forward but dared not move rashly, and then at Zhang Tian, who looked like a quail, the sneer on his lips becoming more pronounced.
"Lin Binghui!"
The door was slammed open again, and Mr. Su arrived just in time.
