"This is bad. He Yi's in danger. The opponents he's up against this time are no pushovers."
Zhou Fan and the others were strolling leisurely. Just as they reached a street corner, only one block away from He Yi's location, they saw him. Covered in blood, He Yi was running for his life toward them, pulling a young girl by the hand.
The girl looked a little frail, but even in her panic, it was clear she had a very sweet face. This had to be Yang Siyue.
And behind He Yi and Yang Siyue, four or five people were in hot pursuit.
Without even waiting for an order from Zhou Fan, Li Xing and Li Yue immediately shot forward.
"So impulsive," Zhou Fan sighed, shaking his head. "Not nearly as level-headed as me." Since Li Xing and Li Yue were handling it, he saw no need to get involved. Instead, he pulled Situ Xin over to a nearby bench and sat down.
