Dragon City Mountain, gentle slope at the back.
Zhao Xue'er wasn't physically restrained in any way, but the burly man in black standing by Ning Xinlan's side only needed a glance to stop her from attempting to rush toward Ning Fan.
Her cheek was swollen high, tears swirled in Zhao Xue'er's eyes, and she tried hard not to cry out loud.
She was afraid that if she cried out loud, it would put Ning Fan in a difficult position.
"Brother Ning Fan, you should go, call the police..."
Zhao Xue'er knew Ning Fan wouldn't ignore her, and at the moment, she wanted him to escape the intimidation of this burly man in black, so she had to find an excuse to make him leave.
"Call the police? Haha, who in the entire Dragon City dares to not give me, Ning Xinlan, face? If you let the chief of police stand in front of me, he wouldn't dare make a peep, believe it or not?"
