Han Beisu, a veteran of countless battles, was untouchable by anyone.
Before Fu Lingxi's hand could reach her face, Han Beisu had already responded quickly, twisting Fu Lingxi's hand back with a firm grip.
In that split-second, before anyone could react, Fu Lingxi was sent flying with a scream, her body colliding with the corner of a table.
"Lingxi —"
Both Chi Xingye and Han Xishi rushed immediately towards Fu Lingxi, who had collapsed onto the ground.
She clutched her stomach in pain, "My baby... My baby..."
Han Beisu's eyes flickered when she saw the bright red blood flowing from beneath Fu Lingxi. There was a moment of panic, her left hand shook uncontrollably, especially when she made eye contact with her brother's deep and resentful gaze, which only added to her panic.
Han Beisu tried to say something, but in the end, she didn't explain anything, only clenching her fist.
