Zhong Qingran said as she approached the middle-aged guard with the fruit knife in her hand.
Seeing this, the middle-aged guard quickly estimated in his mind and suddenly grabbed Zhong Qingran's hand that was holding the knife.
"Run!"
The moment he grabbed Zhong Qingran's hand, the middle-aged guard hurriedly shouted at Du Jingyuan.
Du Jingyuan also wanted to run, but his hand was still held tightly by Zhong Qingran, as if they were stuck together and he couldn't break free at all, making him so anxious that his eyes turned red.
The principal reacted and quickly went forward to help break Zhong Qingran's grip on Du Jingyuan's hand.
"Bad people, you bad people who will die a horrible death. How dare you snatch my son? I'll fight you to the death. I'll kill you!"
Zhong Qingran shouted crazily. Perhaps because she was extremely agitated, she was surprisingly strong.
