Mo Zhiyun felt a burning pain on her cheek. She felt dizzy and a warm liquid welled up under her nose.
"Stinky b * tch, you still dare to hit me? do you want to die?"
He raised his hand and was about to slap her again, but his arm was caught by someone the moment he raised it.
"Who the hell ..."
The man turned around and was kicked hard before he could see clearly. He wailed in pain.
Mo Zhiyun covered his bleeding nose and raised his head in a sorry state. His teary eyes gradually became clear as he saw Lu He Yun standing in front of him.
Lu Heyun's face, which had always been as fair as Jade, darkened. He landed another heavy punch on the man's face.
The man spat out a mouthful of blood, and there was a broken tooth in the blood.
Lu He Yun's eyes were dark, and his voice was so cold that it seemed to come from hell. &Quot; if you don't want to die, get lost! &Quot;
