There was another thud. All the people present only saw that Zhao Youlin had taken a few steps toward Zhao Yifei’s direction with a smile on her face. Then, a figure was thrown to the ground in a flash.

  When they looked again, Zhao Yifei was already lying on his back on the ground. His back hit the ground hard, letting out a loud thud.

  And as the party in question, Zhao Yifei was actually no more sober than those bystanders on the side.

  In fact, he only had time to see the contemptuous smile at the corner of Zhao Youlin’s lips, followed by a sudden feeling as if his arm had been pulled hard by something, and his body suddenly unable to maintain its balance.

  After that, his body was suddenly up in the air. It was until his back knocked on the floor when the pain directly spread from his spine to his neck, did Zhao Yifei finally realize what had just happened. He was thrown out by Zhou Youlin easily!

  The pain in his back transmitted clearly to his brain. The surprised or terrified or indifferent eyes of the crowd had turned into a knife that was poking hard at his heart, laughing at his embarrassment at this moment.

  Zhao Yifei had never felt so humiliated. The sense of shame of being slapped in front of everyone made Zhao Yifei’s eyes red with rage. He struggled to get up and fight with Zhao Youlin.

  Though he did not expect that when he raised his head, what he saw was Zhao Youlin’s half-smiling eyes. Zhao Yifei felt a shiver up his spine. He watched as Zhao Youlin sharply twisted his right hand behind his back and stepped on his back with one foot, pinning himself to the ground. He was unable to move.

  The abrupt touch of the high heels on his back scared Zhao Yifei. Panicking, Zhao Yifei could only turn his head and shout at Zhao Youlin, “Zhao Youlin, don’t you do anything outrageous! If you dare… to hurt me today, I will make you die horribly!”


  Zhao Yifei’s idle threat made Zhao Youlin laugh. She looked down at the teenager who was struggling on the ground like an ant. She sneered, “It looks like you still haven’t learned your lesson from the last time.”


  Zhao Yifei’s face turned pale instantly. When he opened his mouth trying to say something, a sharp pain suddenly came from his hand that was twisted behind by Zhao Youlin.

  “Arghhh…”


  The crowd at the side only heard a snap, and Zhao Yifei’s hand that was twisted back by Zhao Youlin just hung down limply. What came after was the scene of Zhao Yifei clutching his hand that hung down and screaming in agony.

  For a moment, everyone was stupefied.

  Zhao Youlin clapped her hands and withdrew her feet from Zhao Yifei’s back. Before she left, she gave a cold glance to Zhao Yifei who was rolling on the ground. Then, she turned around and walked back to Mu Tingfeng’s side.

  As soon as Mu Tingfeng saw her coming, he immediately anxiously approached her and asked with concern, “Are you injured? Does your hand hurt?”


  When Xia Zhetao, who came with An Yue, heard Mu Tingfeng’s words, the corner of his mouth involuntarily twitched a few times.

  President, the one who was really hurt was clearly the man who still lay on the ground and writhing in agony, okay? If you wanted to ask this question, you should ask that guy, not the former Mrs President!

  Moreover, putting this aside, judging from former Mrs President’s ruthlessness when she tortured that guy, there was no way she could be injured!

  It was true that people who fell in love had a negative IQ. Even a brilliant man like the president could not escape this law! Mighty Secretary Xia, who felt like he just witnessed another public display of affection, covered his eyes in silence. He could not stand to watch it.

  Zhao Youlin was stunned as well when he heard what Mu Tingfeng said. She did not know if she should laugh or cry. She thought to herself that was this guy worried that she would hurt her hand by beating up others?

  “I am fine. How is Joy?” As expected, the first thing that Zhao Youlin asked after she came over was Joy’s condition.

  Mu Tingfeng did not say anything. He only cast a wink towards Zhao Youlin, signaling her to check on him herself.

  After Zhao Youlin and Mu Tingfeng consoled him, plus he had cried for a while to vent out his emotions, Joy was not as worked up as he was at the beginning. He lay in Mu Tingfeng’s arms sobbing, looking more and more pitiful.

  When he heard Zhao Youlin ask about him, Joy pouted and reached out his arms, wanting Zhao Youlin to hug him.

  Zhao Youlin did not turn him down. She reached out and took Joy over. After Joy wrapped his arms around Zhao Youlin’s neck, he could not help but ask, “Mommy, Sister An Yue… I mean, Aunt An Yue?”


  Zhao Youlin was stunned for a moment when she heard the word aunt. Then, she immediately understood that it was probably Duan Yarong who had taught him to address her like that. She smiled gratefully, “Your aunt is fine.”


  An Yue had just walked over when she heard Joy ask about her. She felt slightly warm. She thought about what just happened, and she could not help but feel a little guilty.

  “Joy, I am fine. Youlin, I am sorry. That man suddenly ran over and grabbed my hand. He wouldn’t let go, and he said he knew you. I couldn’t break free. I did not expect that Joy would get hurt because of this, I…”


  Before An Yue could finish, Zhao Youlin had already interrupted her first. “I know. Yue Yue, I don’t blame you for this. You shouldn’t blame yourself.”


  She knew very well that An Yue was really afraid of strangers. If Zhao Yifei hadn’t taken the initiative to come over and strike up a conversation, An Yue would never have crossed paths with him.

  An Yue was slightly relieved. She was about to say something when she suddenly heard a stifled and husky voice from behind her. “Zhao Youlin!”


  They paused their conversation and looked over together. They saw Zhao Yifei lying on the ground and glared intently at Zhao Youlin with his red eyes, as if he could not wait to skin her alive.

  Seeing Zhao Youlin and the others turned their heads to look at him, Zhao Yifei got worked up all of a sudden and growled loudly, “You will regret this. You will definitely regret this. My mother will not let you off!”


  An Yue was frightened by his manic outburst and took several steps back. Zhao Youlin, however, snorted and said contemptuously, “I thought you wanted to tell me something else, but it turned out this was all you wanted to say.”


  As she said that, Zhao Youlin carried Joy and took a few steps forward. She stood in front of Zhao Yifei and looked down at him. Then, she sneered and said, “To tell you the truth, your mother has said this to me countless times a long time ago. But as you can see, I am still standing here safe and sound. So, I am so tired of hearing you two say this. At least find a new reason if you want to threaten me.”


  “You!” Zhao Youlin’s unrelenting mockery angered Zhao Yifei. He was so furious that he almost wanted to jump up and hit her, though unfortunately, he simply was not in the condition for that now. The consequence of getting too mad only hurt his dislocated shoulder even more and served no other purpose at all.

  And at that moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from a distant corner. “Enough!” Followed by a loud slapping sound.

  “That voice belongs to…” Zhao Youlin and An Yue’s expressions changed slightly after they heard that low roar. After exchanging glances at each other, they ran toward the direction of the sound in panic. Seeing that, Mu Tingfeng and Xia Zhetao went after them as well.