Perhaps it was because the way people looked at Wen An, as if he was a lunatic, was too blunt and glaring.

Ji Xian's expression tensed up, and he quickly reached out to cover Wen An's mouth.

Then he held her and quickly moved to the other corner.

"An An, how hard is it to find food now? People sent us life-saving food, how can you say such ungrateful words?"

Before Wen An finished speaking, tears started flowing.

Normally, she would practice in front of the mirror repeatedly, carefully finding the right angle for crying.

She was able to act a little like a spoiled child in front of Ji Xian, which made him feel distressed.

But at this moment, her face still bore the marks of Lu Nange's slap in the morning, and it was red and swollen.

Her eyes were red and she looked at Ji Xian with a look of grievance, looking like a swollen pig's head.

Ji Xian was startled by this "pig face" and subconsciously raised his hand to cover her face again.

Wen An couldn't believe it. He reached out and grabbed Ji Xian's hand in disbelief and pulled it down hard.

"Ji Xian, what do you mean by covering my face?"

"An An, I'm sorry, your face is really too swollen."

The surroundings were too quiet, and the conversation between the two people was clearly heard by Lu Nange and others.

He Zhuo's undisguised laughter was particularly loud.

"He's not tall, his mouth isn't sweet, his face is swollen, he has no brains and his heart is evil!"

Wen An suddenly pushed Ji Xian away and rushed towards He Zhuo, shouting at the top of his lungs: "He Zhuo, are you mentally ill?"

He Zhuo took several steps back and patted his heart with both hands: "Oh my God, Wen An!

Your voice is so rough! Your face is swollen like a pig, no wonder Old Ji couldn't stand it! "

Wen An picked up a stool next to him and threw it at He Zhuo. He Zhuo kicked the flying stool, and the stool changed direction instantly and was kicked aside.

Wen Anqi used too much force and fell backwards due to the momentum, his body falling uncontrollably.

Ji Xian stretched out his arms and hugged her in time.

He Zhuo stood firm and said, "Just because I give face to Old Ji doesn't mean I have to give face to you. I don't have the habit of not hitting women.

With this kind of quality, I have to admit defeat to an ungrateful person like you!"

Lu Nange and Lu Beiye sat not far behind the crowd, looking through the glass window at the downstairs.

Lu Xici, Chi Yanzhou, Chi Yi, Gu Wan and Gu Qi sat behind the siblings, forming a protective circle from a distance.

After throwing away the stools, Gu Qi stood up suddenly: "Old Ji, since Miss Wen dislikes her instant noodles, we should just accept them!"

"Whether you dislike it or not is my business, but since the instant noodles have been delivered, they should be mine. No one can snatch them away!" Wen An's voice sounded sharp and domineering at this moment.

Lu Nange closed his eyes in annoyance of the noise, and Lu Beiye jumped up from the stool.

He threw a golden dart directly over, and the dart went straight into Wen An with a "whoosh".

The dart hit Wen An's mouth firmly.

The powerful impact caused one of her teeth to instantly fall out of her gums, and it fell to the dusty ground with a "plop".

"Shut up, you're disturbing my sister!" The little guy was so arrogant and fierce!

Wen An's eyes widened in horror, his teeth leaking out and his lips trembling as he spat out two words: "Monster, monster."

Lu Nange slowly opened his eyes at this moment, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Then she clenched her hands at her side, and a dart appeared in her hand.

She shook her wrist slightly, and the dart went straight into Wen An's right cheek. The dart hit the flesh, and Wen An groaned in pain.

"Miss Wen, can you shut up now?"

Lu Beiye tilted his head, his chubby face and light chestnut pupils curved with a smile.

I hugged Lu Nange’s neck with both hands. My sister really loves me the most!

Ji Xian...I'm tired and don't want to care anymore! If someone wants to die, you can't stop him!