Don't Let a Single One Get Away

Han Xue'er had almost lost her wits as she threw herself at Mu Xiaoxiao to mess her up.

Yin Shaojie grabbed Han Xue'er by her wrist and gripped it tightly, and he said fiercely, "You dare to touch her? Do you have a death wish?"

"Hurts… It hurts…" Han Xue'er broke into tears from the pain. She was a frail girl from a wealthy family and had never been mistreated like this before. What's more, it was her Prince Charming who she had admired for so long who did this to her.

But Yin Shaojie was not fazed by her tears.

Mu Xiaoxiao quickly reached out to stop him lest he really injured someone.

But just as she raised her arm, she gasped in deep pain and cried out, "Hurts—"

"What happened?" Yin Shaojie noticed it, and he suddenly flung Han Xue'er aside.

He raised her arms and had a look. Her arm, which was usually fair and delicate, was bleeding with cuts all over it. It looked dreadful.