Song Shiye rushed in front of Sang Ning, spreading his arms wide to shield her behind him.
In front of them, an iron rod was raised high in the air and then swung down fiercely toward him.
Song Shiye resigned himself to fate, shutting his eyes tightly, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, slightly pale.
The pain he expected didn't come. He opened his eyes and felt his collar being grabbed from behind. The next moment, he was picked up like a chick by Sang Ning and placed off to the side.
Just like that, the two narrowly avoided the iron rod smashing down heavily.
Song Shiye: ???
"Kids, stay off to the side," Sang Ning said flatly. Her tone was light, but carried unmistakable authority.
[I mean, I'm sorry, but I can't stop laughing. The clueless look on Xiao Ye's face when he got lifted was just too funny.]
[Song Shiye: I'm over 180 cm tall, and you think you can just pick me up like that? Don't I deserve some dignity?]
