Tang Mo'er's beautiful face became deathly pale in an instant, her forehead creasing up as she gasped. She had been pampered all her life and never experienced such pain before. She could feel cold beads of sweat forming on her forehead and she clutched at her waist protectively.
Within moments, an angry growl thundered through the air, "What the hell are you people doing here? Get out of the way!"
A hoard of security guards hired by the mall and bodyguards dressed in black uniforms rushed into the chaotic scene. They dispersed the crowd, forming a human barricade for Su Zhe to pass through. He bent down and embraced Han Xiaowan, who was heavily injured, before he turned and glowered at Tang Mo'er.
"Tang Mo'er, Xiaowan is your sister. How could you bear to push her down the stairs? Are you even human?" Su Zhe scolded Tang Mo'er, his voice a harsh bite as he glared at her.
