Yan Jingting clenched his jaw tight, not stopping for a moment as he distanced himself from this place of trouble.
They were heading down the mountain, and Chu Zhiyi turned her head for a glance at the deep mountains and couldn't help but ask, "Were there many police officers who came? There were a lot of bodyguards at the orphanage."
If there weren't enough officers, it was possible that those men's violent resistance could lead to injuries.
Chu Zhiyi didn't want the police to get hurt by those people!
"Compared to them, you should be more concerned about yourself."
"What do I have to worry about? I'm already safe."
"Really?"
Yan Jingting scoffed coldly and pressed down on her ankle.
Chu Zhiyi immediately tightened her brows and cried out in pain.
Her small face was already pale, and Yan Jingting's deliberate press made her forehead break out in cold sweat.