Because of Mu Yi's action, Jian Dan was spared from disaster, but Mu Yi got injured as a result—the scissors plunged straight into his left shoulder.
"Mu Yi~" Jian Dan and Qin Rou called out at the same time.
Jian Dan's eyes dangerously narrowed as he pulled Mu Yi behind him and delivered a kick that sent the assailant tumbling to the ground.
Because the person's hair was disheveled, Jian Dan didn't get a clear look at the attacker's face.
Concerned about Mu Yi's injury, Jian Dan didn't bother with the person now lying on the ground unable to get up. "Mu Yi, how are you?"
"I'm fine! Don't worry!"
"Your face is pale, and you still say you're fine!"
"What I mean is, it's still far from my heart. I won't die," Mu Yi said, squeezing out a smile.
"You're seriously injured, and you still have the mood to joke around?"
"Well, you can't expect a big guy like me to cry, right?"
"Haven't you heard, it's not a sin for a man to cry?"
