Song Xiang saw at a glance that the person in front of her was a scoundrel. Nothing she knew was enough to solve this kind of trouble, so she could only try to leave as soon as possible.
"Excuse me, can you let me pass?"
"What's the rush? I'm my aunt's only nephew. I'll take you there."
The other party spoke in human language, but his expression was very vulgar, and his hands tentatively moved towards Song Xiang.
Song Xiang took a breath and tried to step back, but her legs had already touched the table of the stall behind her.
There were many people talking around, and although they also spoke for Song Xiang, no one was able to offer any substantial help.
This man obviously knew that this was his own territory. After testing it a few times, he directly touched Song Xiang's face.
Song Xiang was furious and raised his hand to smash the meatballs out. When he glanced at him, he happened to catch sight of the man striding towards her.
"Severe cold!"
When Yan Han came out, he found that Song Xiang was not there. The venue was not big. He glanced at her and saw her being stopped by a strange man.
Without thinking, he strode forward and kicked the opponent on the waist.
With a bang, Yu Gang collided with the fish stall behind him. The bucket overturned and the fish collapsed on the ground.
Yan Han was so aggressive and his appearance was unusual. Everyone around him was a little dumbfounded, and the old man selling fish could only sigh.
On the contrary, Yu Gang, who was still cursing after falling down, got up and rushed in the direction of Yan Han.
Yan Han stood there without moving, but kicked him with a frightening force.
Yu Gang fell to the ground, clutching his chest and groaning in pain.
Yan Han wanted to go up and touch his feet again, but Song Xiang quickly hugged his arm for fear of something happening, "Forget it."
There were people from other villages around, and even if they were unhappy with Yu Gang, they would definitely not sit idly by and do nothing. They would still be the ones to suffer.
Yan Han's eyes were cold. He lowered his head and saw Song Xiang hugging him tightly, and his eyes softened slightly.
He turned his head and glanced at the old man who was picking fish, took two red ones from his pocket, and placed them on the fish stall.
The uncle opened his mouth in surprise and immediately wanted to pay back, "You won't need so much..."
Yan Han didn't reply and pulled Song Xiang away from the square.
There were still people watching the excitement around. Song Xiang was dragged by Yan Han and could only lower his head as much as possible.
After finally coming out of the square, there was a quiet road all the way, and neither of them spoke.
Song Xiang's heart was still beating rapidly. She could feel Yan Han's anger and didn't dare to say anything. Moreover, recalling Yu Gang's eyes just now, she immediately thought of Louis, and they were all equally disgusting.
Halfway there, she suddenly saw small tomatoes growing in front of the house next to her.
"Mr. Yan, wait a moment..."
Yan Han ignored it and strode forward without losing strength in his hands.
Song Xiang sighed. She knew how to make candied tomatoes. She suddenly remembered that she could send some to Mrs. Yu when she was ready.
But Yan Han was so angry that she didn't dare to let go.
All the way back to the yard, Yan Han kicked the door shut and then led Song Xiang in.
Song Xiang was a little confused and was pushed down on a chair. She could only see him by raising her head.
"Yan...Mr. Yan?"
"Where did he touch you?"
Yan Han stood against the light, his eyes were dark, and his gaze moved downward, casting a large and oppressive shadow.
Song Xiang blinked, "No, you came before he even touched me..."
Before she could finish her words, she noticed that the corners of Yan Han's lips were inexplicably pressed down.
"Just...just a little above the waist, I avoided it at that time."