The man was stunned by the hit, sitting on the ground without reacting for a moment.
Bai Yiran, however, reacted, turned around wanting to see the hero who threw the phone, but saw Leng Yichen standing a short distance behind her with a dark face.
Uh...
How did this man find his way here?
Looking behind the man, Cheng Shishi had somehow come along as well.
How did these two get together?
Leng Yichen strode over with long legs, bent down, and picked up the phone from the ground. The phone was of high quality, not only did it bump a lump on the man's face, but it also fell heavily to the ground without any damage when picked up.
At this moment, the man also came to his senses, just about to stand up when Leng Yichen stomped him back to the ground with his foot.
The man's face was pressed against the ground, and breathing wasn't easy; every breath he exhaled stirred up a cloud of dust, which he then inhaled back into his nose.
