Shi Mei ran towards the man who had just shouted, crying and screaming all the while.
Shi Lingyan's expression was as still as water.
Seeing the pitiful girl crying until she was gasping for breath, he instinctively caught her securely.
Shi Mei leaped onto him, her legs instinctively clinging to him, and then she clung to his neck, desperately curling upwards as if she had been greatly, greatly frightened.
Shi Lingyan held her steady, his large hand supporting her.
His lips pressed tight, he looked sternly at the two uninvited guests before him.
Without uttering a single word, the cold and alarming atmosphere had already made everyone else terribly frightened.
Everyone except Shi Mei.
Shi Mei kept shrinking and crying, hugging Shi Lingyan tightly, and cried out, "The bad people hit Aunt Chen; they want to kill Shi Mei. Wuu wuu wuu, husband, save me!"
At over 150 pounds plus Shi Mei's weight, Shi Xuebai's old bones felt like they were about to be crushed.
