Seeing Qiao Xu looking at him expressionlessly, the man felt somewhat timid.
Her cold gaze swept over the man's face, and she turned to leave.
"Stop right there, you hysterical woman! Believe it or not, I'll beat you!"
When the man saw Qiao Xu trying to leave, he went to stop her. Infuriated and embarrassed by her stare just now, he raised his fist to smash it down onto Qiao Xu's face, as if to regain his dignity.
But the next moment, his wrist suddenly went numb, something struck his wrist, causing him intense pain. His face turned pale, and he screamed.
"Ah!"
He held his wrist, gritting his teeth in agony. He looked down and saw that a mobile phone had been thrown at him.
"Damn, who hit me!"
He looked in the direction the phone had come from, and saw a tall man holding the hand of a little boy, who looked just like him, walking towards him with a chilling demeanor.
Even from a distance, the man felt suffocated and unease from the imposing presence of the tall man.