Facing the four ferocious men in black, Zhu Yan's pretty face turned pale with fright. But even though she was terrified, she did not back down.
Her delicate body trembled as she stepped forward to shield Sun Zhe. "Don't make things difficult for him," she said, her voice shaking. "This is all my fault... Just take me."
She had a rough idea of who had sent these four men, and a deep sense of helplessness washed over her.
Looking at Zhu Yan's back, a wave of warmth spread through Sun Zhe's heart. Since childhood, aside from his grandfather, he had never felt such care from anyone else. Faced with danger, this woman, trembling with fear, still stepped forward to protect him.
Little Mom, thank you... Even if I die, I won't let you be harmed in the slightest.
Sun Zhe vowed silently, then suddenly strode forward, pulling Zhu Yan behind him. He faced the scar-faced man and declared, "If you want to touch a single hair on her head, you'll have to do it over my dead body!"
