"Ah!"
Before Wang Qian could finish speaking, Li Fengtu suddenly twisted his body, reached out, and directly embraced Wang Qian's waist: "Hold onto me."
Hearing Li Feng's voice, Wang Qian almost didn't hesitate and wrapped her arms around him, feeling as if she were being lifted in the air.
Li Feng's sudden turn surprised a middle-aged man chasing them from behind, but he reacted quickly, pulling a pen from his attire to stab at Li Feng.
With the speed of thunder and lightning that was too fast for ears to cover, Li Feng executed an infertility kick. The middle-aged man hadn't expected Li Feng to be so swift; the severe blow to his lower body made his eyes bulge, not to mention taking another step forward—standing was a luxury.
Wang Qian, spinning around, delivered a direct kick to the man's face, knocking him to the ground. Having been spun around by Li Feng, the moment her feet touched the ground, she felt a slight thrill.
Her heart pounded furiously.
