The tall figure staggered, then Ye Haofan, without any care, rushed out.
Whoever dared to touch Han Yingying, he would demand their lives!
"Sir, sir..." The butler had just come out when he saw Ye Haofan desperately rushing outside, seemingly deaf to his calls.
What had happened?
"Bodyguards, quickly track the master's whereabouts and protect him from behind." The butler quickly ordered the bodyguards to follow, hoping nothing bad would happen because the master's body couldn't withstand much more trouble.
Ye Haofan frantically turned the steering wheel, chasing the car ahead with all his might, his whole being plunged into unprecedented fear, with only one thought in his mind:
Han Yingying must not come to any harm, even if it cost him his life, as long as Han Yingying was safe.
He felt as though his heart was about to stop, the veins on his hands clutching the steering wheel bulging, his gaze as cold as ice, wishing he could immediately tear those people to pieces.
