"Xiao Lingyu, you bitch, you've ruined everything! Go to hell!" Zhao Wenman roared crazily. Her red and swollen face was covered in blood, and her expression was unusually twisted and terrifying. A bone-deep hatred burst out from her eyes. She held a knife and aimed it at Xiao Lingyu's neck.
At the crucial moment, Yan Siming took the initiative. He pulled Xiao Lingyu by her shoulder and shielded her in his arm. Then he turned around and lifted his leg to kick at Zhao Wenman's stomach. The kick sent Zhao Wenman several meters away.
There were two sounds. One was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, while the other was the sound of a fruit knife hitting the ground.
"Ah!" Zhao Wenman cried out in pain. Then, she held her stomach and moaned. Blood flowed out from underneath her. She looked miserable.
