Yang Ruoyan looked at Li Minghao in panic, and then at Lin Zefeng. What was going on?

"Yanyan is my woman, I will not allow her to go to the house of a man other than mine, please let go!"

Li Minghao glared at Lin Zefeng and said emphatically again.

"Haha, I'm still Yanyan's cousin. I won't allow my cousin to go to the house of a man she doesn't acknowledge. It's not safe. Please let her go."

Lin Zefeng was even more reluctant to hold on to Yang Ruoyan.

The air was instantly filled with the smell of gunpowder, as if it would explode quickly if it touched a spark.

Two men who were equally tall but five or six years apart in age were like children fighting over toys, each grabbing one of Yang Ruoyan's hands.

The pulling force became stronger and stronger, trying to pull Yang Ruoyan to his side, causing Yang Ruoyan to wobble and become a line in the tug-of-war.

"Ah! It hurts."

Yang Ruoyan couldn't bear it anymore and screamed out. The strength of the two men was too great. Her wrists were so painful when they pinched her. There were already wounds on her hands.

As soon as Lin Zefeng heard Yang Ruoyan's cry of pain, he immediately let go of his hand and asked nervously:

"How's it going? Did you get any wounds?"

Seeing that Li Minghao still refused to let go, he accused:

"Li Minghao, didn't you hear Yan Yan complaining about pain? She still has injuries on her hands."

After Yang Ruoyan, who had lost traction, was successfully pulled to his side by Li Minghao, he let go of her wrist and raised her hand in front of him.

Under the dim light, he couldn't see clearly whether Yang Ruoyan's hand had been injured by him again. He just asked softly with a distressed tone:

"How's it going? Does it hurt?"

Seeing that he didn't let go of his words so late, Hu Meng angrily opened his hand, pulled Yang Ruoyan over and complained:

"Of course it hurts. You give me a cut and try to squeeze it? You are so young that you don't even know how to hurt people! You can only use force."

"hiss"

Hu Mengke pulled hard, just right on Yang Ruoyan's wound, and the wound immediately tore open, causing her to moan out in pain.

"Hey, you hurt her."

Li Minghao took an anxious step and stretched out his hand to pull her back.

Yang Ruoyan glared at him fiercely and said angrily:

"You don't have to worry about it."

Li Minghao's outstretched hand stopped awkwardly in mid-air, curled up his fingers, stretched it back, and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, I didn't really mean to hurt you."

Hu Mengke pursed his lips and shook his head helplessly. He was such a child and acted too recklessly.

He gently grabbed Yang Ruoyan's hands and looked at them carefully with the help of the faint light outside the corridor.

Two healed scars on my wrists collapsed, as if they were pulled by themselves.

She looked at Yang Ruoyan's frowning eyebrows and said distressedly:

"Yanyan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"fine."

Yang Ruoyan shook his head and looked down at his hands.

Lin Zefeng saw that the wound on her face that had finally healed had collapsed, and her hands were probably more injured. He also knew how much strength he had just exerted.

Worriedly asked:

"Should...should I take you to the hospital first? Apply a dressing to the wound first?"

Yang Ruoyan looked back at the two guilty men, sighed and said:

"No need, it's a small matter, there's no need to work so hard."
Chapter completed!