Shen Mo held An Ci's hand tightly, glancing around, looking for an escape route.
"Baby, Xiao Mo."
Seeing that they had not returned, An Lan was worried and came out to look for them. She accidentally saw this scene, her face suddenly changed, and she subconsciously chased after them.
The man cursed, immediately left Shen Mo behind, grabbed An Ci and was about to leave.
"Let her go." Shen Mo held An Ci's hand tightly, trying to buy time for An Lan.
The man stared at Shen Mo with a fierce look in his eyes, "You little bastard, if you don't let go, don't blame me for being rude..."
Before he could finish, he felt a sharp pain in his hand. An Cisi bit his hand tightly, as if he wanted to bite off a piece of his flesh.
"Damn it."
The man frowned viciously. Seeing that An Lan was about to catch up, he shook his sleeves, and the sharp dagger slipped out of his sleeves and fell steadily into his hands.
"You little brat, you asked for this." He swung the dagger and pointed it at Shen Mo's hand.
An Ci's eyes narrowed and she opened her mouth, "Shen Mo, let go." She struggled hard to pull her hand back.
Shen Mo's face was tense and he held her hand tightly. In an instant, the sharp tip of the knife cut through his sleeve and blood gushed out wildly.
An Ci's pupils constricted, his throat felt a little blocked, and his nose felt sour.
Is he stupid? I told him to let go, so why didn't he listen?
Seeing that Shen Mo still refused to let go of An Ci's hand, the man became angry and raised his dagger, ready to stab Shen Mo again.
At the critical moment, An Lan arrived and swung the brand-name bag in her hand and hit the man on the back of the head.
The man had no time to dodge the sudden attack and the bag hit him hard on the back of his head. He didn't know what heavy object was in the bag, but he was hit so hard that he felt dizzy.
The hand holding An Ci loosened its grip. Shen Mo kept staring at him. Seeing him stagger, he took the opportunity to pull An Ci over.
The two fell to the ground, but it was not as painful as they had imagined. An Ci looked at Shen Mo who was acting as a human cushion for her, and quickly turned over.
The first thing she wanted to do was to check on Shen Mo's injuries, but he avoided her.
"fine."
Shen Mo sat up, the scratched wound was still bleeding, and the clean white sweatshirt was stained with blood.
His face was pale, but his uninjured hand kept holding An Ci's hand, as if An Ci would disappear if he let go.
At the same time, An Lan raised her knee and kicked the man.
As the daughter of the An family, I do know some self-defense skills.
The man recovered and dodged An Lan's fierce kick. He saw more and more people gathered around him and a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.
Damn it, I was so close to taking that person away.
It's all that troublesome brat's fault.
Knowing that he would not be able to take An Ci away today, the man did not want to fight any longer and decisively turned around and ran away.
Looking at the bloody dagger in his hand, no passers-by dared to step forward to stop him.
An Lan didn't chase after him, but hurried to An Ci and the others. Seeing Shen Mo's sleeves stained with blood, she couldn't hide the tension and worry between her brows.
"No, we have to go to the hospital quickly." She reached out to hold Shen Mo's hand, but found that he was holding her baby's hand tightly.
Time was running out, so she had to put her arm around his shoulders and said, "Let's go."
"Mrs. Song, your bag." The salesgirl came over and was shocked to see the bloody scene. When she saw An Lan coming over, she quickly picked up the bag in her hand and handed it over.
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