Qin Yiyi walked ahead without turning her head back.
Almost at the moment when the other party's palm was about to strike her back.
A gust of wind directly knocked him out.
A figure flashed.
Ding Yi raised his foot and stepped on his chest. His tone was sinister.
"What's the matter? You want to snatch a girl from a respectable family in broad daylight?"
"No wonder your Yang family is so shameless. It turns out that each and every one of them is so despicable."
Pu!
Young Master Yang, who had been stepped on by him, felt a sharp pain.
Humiliation!
Angry and ashamed, coupled with his internal injuries, he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. He tilted his head and fainted.
A few guards not far away finally reacted.
"Who is it?!"
"How dare you attack our young master!"
A group of people finally surrounded Ding Yi and rushed to his side.
