"Xiaomeng, you head back first."
Tianxing didn't have the mood to chat now. She held Yuntian's back of the head with one hand and forcefully pulled him toward the side of the road with the other.
Yuntian was naturally a head taller than Tianxing, so being dragged like this, he could only stoop slightly, tilting his head.
From behind, he no longer had that fierce and intimidating aura from before. Instead, he looked somewhat amusingly like a husband being scolded by his wife.
Xiaomeng stood there, mouth agape in an 'O' shape. Oh my god, so this is Sister Tianxing's boyfriend? How scary, could he really be from the Mafia Gang?
Thinking about Yuntian's terrifying gaze earlier, and how she hit his head with a brick, she imagined herself getting retaliated against and ending up beaten and homeless on the streets, her body shivered involuntarily.
On the other side.
Yuntian was injured and couldn't drive.
