Huo Zhenyang tilted his perfectly curved chin upwards and sneered coldly.
"Feeling cold inside?"
As long as he took this little woman back with him, even if she felt cold now, he would warm her up sooner or later!
Seeing him continue to advance, clearly intending to forcibly take Jiayi away, Nie Yixiao intensified his tone, "I don't think you'd be that low."
Anger surged within him, "There's lower, want to try—"
With that, he lifted a fist and viciously smashed it toward Nie Yixiao.
Nie Yixiao, a product of ISM, was no less skilled than the man before him.
If he wanted to dodge, it would be easy.
But with Jiayi still in tow behind him, he feared that suddenly dodging might hurt her and the child in her womb, so he actually took the punch head-on.
The fist grazed past, and Nie Yixiao's mouth stung with pain.
