Suddenly, the chatter among the girls around them became louder and louder, and there was even a tendency to form an alliance to attack An Qing together——
Wei Jichen narrowed his eyes coldly and swept his sharp gaze across the crowd: "Who wants to seek justice for me?!"
His voice was not loud, but it was as cold and cold as ice and snow. It carried irresistible majesty and reached everyone's ears clearly and shockingly.
The girls who were chirping and indignant just now lowered their heads and shrank their necks, not daring to say a word anymore.
"Who just said that you want to seek justice for me?" He repeated it again, his voice already revealing extreme danger.
The playground that was as lively as a market just a moment ago suddenly became eerily quiet.
"Hey, Wei Jichen, you better let me down..." An Qing pulled him quietly, but his answer was a tighter hug. He stood in front of everyone, like a king inspecting his people, and announced word by word:
"Lu Anqing is my woman. If anyone dares to touch her in the future, don't blame me for being rude!"
Don't blame me for being rude!
The girl who was just thinking about how to "deal with" An Qing suddenly trembled and almost fell to the ground without losing her feet.
How could they have expected that Young Master Wei, who had always been indifferent to things around him, would be so furious over a newly transferred girl!
An Qing nestled in Wei Jichen's arms, her face turned red quietly, and she said sternly: "Hey, don't talk nonsense, who is your woman..."