He yelled fiercely, his anger flaring up.
Summer Sutton didn't expect he would directly hit someone, shocked, she looked at him. She didn't know what she was thinking at the moment. As the cane came down, she pushed Manuel Ink backward, opened her arms, and hugged him.
Her slender body shielded the person behind her, and Summer Sutton blurted out, "You can't hit him!"
She spoke urgently, tightly protecting Manuel Ink with her arms, like a mother hen shielding her chick.
The Old Master's cane had already swung, who would have thought she'd do something like this?
Too late to retract, the swung cane fell with a "smack" on Summer Sutton's back.
A deep, dull sound echoed through the living room, the sound was loud.
One blow hit, Summer Sutton's mind went a bit blank, her skin felt like it was exploding, the pain was burning.
