Seeing Qiaoqiao's anxious face, a flicker of anger appeared on Lu Tianxing's face. He rudely pushed aside the people blocking his way and strode forward.
"Qiaoqiao, what's wrong?"
"Uncle."
Hearing that all-too-familiar voice, Qiaoqiao shivered, snapping back to reality. Seeing Lu Tianxing with the superhero mask, she could no longer contain the panic in her heart and threw herself into Lu Tianxing's arms, curling up against him, her delicate body trembling slightly, her pretty face still wearing a look of fear.
"What happened? Tell Uncle, and Uncle will stand up for you."
Lu Tianxing gently patted Qiaoqiao's back, his gaze coldly sweeping around. Everyone who met his eyes involuntarily lowered their heads, feeling the intense murder intent in Lu Tianxing's gaze.
