Deng Yun's clothes had been nearly torn to shreds by Pan Wu, revealing her snow-white skin.
Pan Wu was gripping Deng Yun's throat tightly, his body already pressing down on her. In the next second, something irreversible was about to happen.
Zhao Qirou let out a scream and, without a second thought, lunged forward and started tearing at Pan Wu.
Pan Wu hadn't expected someone to intervene at such a critical moment. In his current position, he was completely unstable, and Zhao Qirou managed to push him to the ground with a single shove.
"Motherfucker! Who the hell are you, you stinking bitch? Are you looking for death?!"
Embarrassed and enraged, Pan Wu's eyes turned bloodshot as he swung his hand and slapped Zhao Qirou hard across the face.
Zhao Qirou was sent sprawling to the ground from the force of the slap, a glaring red handprint blooming on her cheek.
