An Ning frowned. In this situation today, no one should be cursing at her.
But when she turned around, she saw an angry fat woman charging towards her, directly rushing up to her, with an outrageously angry look on her plump face.
By her side was a middle-aged man who tried to catch her but couldn't.
But he couldn't catch her.
The fat woman stepped forward, raised her swollen hand, and swung it towards An Ning's face.
An Ning closed her eyes.
But the expected pain did not arrive. After a long while, An Ning cautiously opened her eyes and saw Xiao Zimo grabbing the fat woman's hand. The slap had not fallen.
An Ning looked at Xiao Zimo with some surprise.
At the same time, she breathed a sigh of relief.
An Ning looked at the woman in front of her and the man behind her.
Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions.
