Wang Qiuping wiped away tears and looked at Lu Manyue's drooping hand. She asked distressedly, "Is your hand hurt? Let me find some activating oil to massage it."

"Don't rush about this. I'll go find a doctor after I finish talking to you." Lu Manyue told the whole story of how she found Zhu Yan in the North District and how she brought her out.

Wang Qiuping listened with such excitement that he screamed out in surprise several times.

Lu Manyue was able to bring Zhu Yan out of that situation, and she really racked her brains.

Wang Qiuping hugged Lu Manyue and cried uncontrollably, murmuring words of gratitude: "Thanks to you, thanks to you, if Yanzi hadn't met you today, she might have been killed.

Man Yue, I will never forget your kindness and generosity, and I will never be able to repay you in a hundred lifetimes."

Zhu Yan jumped over, stretched out her hands to separate the two, and held Lu Manyue in her arms, whining at her mother like a dog guarding its food.

"Beautiful, mine. Only I can hold it."

As if afraid that Lu Manyue would be snatched away, Zhu Yan hugged her tightly.

She was so strong that Lu Manyue almost couldn't breathe. Her pale face turned red, like a female Guan Gong.

Fortunately, Wang Qiuping had good eyesight and considerable strength, and he managed to lift Zhu Yan up and put her aside, and Lu Manyue was able to catch her breath.

Zhu Yan tried a few times and found that she couldn't beat him, so she sat aside and whimpered angrily.

"Steal my beauty, wait for me, I'll let my brother beat you up!"

"You, you remember your brother?" Wang Qiuping asked Zhu Yan in surprise.

"It hurts, it hurts so much, brother, mom, dad, it hurts so much." Zhu Yan suddenly held her head with her hands and shook it, then fell down with her eyes rolled back.