The beast! Seeing the frail appearance of the girl, Han Yan's rage intensified, her gaze turning icy as she looked at Zhuang Chengjun.
"Mother!" The girl took advantage of Zhuang Chengjun's momentary daze to break free of his Devil Claw and flung herself into Aunt Xiu's arms.
"Are you alright?" Han Yan then realized that the girl was Aunt Xiu's daughter, she asked.
"I'm fine." The girl turned her head away and glared fiercely at Zhuang Chengjun. Despite the humiliation she'd just experienced, she didn't cry. Her tightly clenched lips showed a stubborn streak.
An average girl of her age would certainly burst into tears when faced with such an ordeal, but seeing her strength and stubbornness, Han Yan couldn't help but admire her.
She scrutinized the girl closely. Apart from her comely features bearing resemblance to Aunt Xiu's, her defiant expression also evoked in Han Yan a sense of déjà vu.
