An Xiaomian's hair was a mess, her face pale, shaking nonstop.
Shangguan Xiu felt a stabbing pain in his chest, an intense ache, from the sight before him.
"Stop it! Damn it!" he bellowed and then quickly rushed into the conference room, kicking the woman holding the knife hard into the corner.
Upon hearing the familiar voice, An Xiaomian, who hadn't cried at all, even though she was in pain and afraid, couldn't help but tear up when she heard Shangguan Xiu's voice and saw his figure. She looked at him, her eyes instantly reddening, her nose souring, tears rolling down incessantly: "Shangguan Xiu..."
After Shangguan Xiu kicked away Wu Yingying, who had the knife, he quickly knocked the two men holding An Xiaomian to the ground with his fists. Then he crouched down, pulled the crying, trembling An Xiaomian into his arms, holding her tight, and bent down to kiss her forehead: "Don't be scared, don't cry, I'm here, don't cry."
