She was afraid that if she couldn't help it, someone would die if she didn't drag him away.
Thinking about how good-tempered Jiajia is, she has long wanted to find those scoundrels. If she catches them today, how can she not vent her anger on Jiajia?
Poor Jiajia, she was so angry that she ran away from home because of such a thing. She could take care of such a thing if she told her.
When several security guards looked at Yan Zhen again, the manager of the pub in that wing ran over wiping his sweat. Hearing the words of his dear aunt, he quickly ordered: "What are you doing standing there stupidly? Drag it away, drag it away quickly!"
"You...you can't do this! There is no law anymore, we are the victims." Xiaorou shouted.
Sijin snorted: "I told you, I am Wang Fa!"
Shaoer was so frightened that he fell to the ground: "Please, I will never harass Mr. Shi again. Let me go. Please, let me go."
Xingan waved his hand slightly: "Tug it away! Drag it away quickly! It makes me upset just looking at it!"
The farce ended in a moment. Sijin turned around, with a playful smile on Yan Zhi's lips, and grabbed her hand: "Does it hurt? Are you venting your anger?"
He just saw that she was using enough force to strike, and he wondered if his hand would hurt.
"No!" Sijin was still unhappy: "My brother is still kneeling, and Jia Jia's whereabouts are still unknown."
"Then what's the best way to vent your anger? How about I send everyone from the nine clans to a mental hospital to vent your anger?"
What Yan Zhen said was not at all like a joke to coax her. Sijin thought for a while, shook her head, and pulled him to the cubicle: "That's too high-profile, I don't like it."
"Okay, I'll keep a low profile." Yan Zhen said, hugging her and walking towards the cubicle.
Sijin didn't know how Yan Zhen kept a low profile. Anyway, she later heard her heartthrob mention it accidentally, saying that her brother was ruthless in what he did, and she should not offend anyone who offended her, Sijin, otherwise no one would end well. In terms of ruthlessness,
, he completely inherited Uncle Lei's methods, but this is a story for another day.
At this moment, Si Jin had just taken two steps when he suddenly frowned and shouted in a low voice, "It hurts!"
"What?" Yan Zhen hugged her waist and asked nervously.
The people nearby who were just watching the excitement have dispersed, and there is still lively singing and dancing in the pub.
"The soles of my feet hurt, as if I just stepped on glass. Why are the quality of these high heels so poor?"
When Yan Zhi heard that she had stepped on broken glass, his expression suddenly changed. He hugged her side by side, walked two steps to the original cubicle, put her on the leather sofa, and squatted down to take off her shoes without any regard for face.
.
The movements were gentle and showed unabashed care.
He even personally took off her stockings and lifted up the soles of her feet to see. This was amazing. A trace of red rushed into his eyes, like a fish bone piercing his heart. He felt so distressed that his heart skipped a beat.
trembling.
"Why are you so careless?!" He cursed in a low voice, seemingly reprimanding, but his words were so gentle. He took a look at Sijin's high-heeled shoes, and sure enough, some sparkling glass was shaking in the light.
"Oh, Sister Sijin, are you injured?" Xingan followed up, yelling.
Sijin pursed her lips and said nothing.
Yan Zhi suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart, hugged Sijin and left.
Before leaving, he paused and said to his sweetheart: "Show me where the wine bottle that just broke was produced; and the brand of the high heels!"
Then, the whole person was filled with anger and heartache, so he hugged Sijin and disappeared into the pub.