Yan Xinxin shut her eyes tightly in fright, hugging herself as she leaned against the cold iron door behind her, when she suddenly heard a man's deafening scream, like the sound of a pig being slaughtered.
Her racing heart compelled her to open her eyes, where she saw the same arrogant man grimacing in pain, his face twisted in agony.
Yan Xinxin froze in shock and confusion before quickly turning to step back.
As she backed away and lifted her chin, her eyes immediately captured the breathtakingly stern face of someone—his presence radiating an icy aura!
"Mo Chuxi!"
Yan Xinxin gasped, her small mouth slightly agape.
Through the narrow bars of the iron door's gap, she saw Mo Chuxi's powerful right hand gripping the perverted man's paw that had been reaching towards her.
Dressed in a black shirt, his ruggedly handsome face bore a trace of a menacing chill, devoid of any other emotion.
His deep, impenetrable icy eyes pierced the man like sharp blades.
