Li Qianrui glanced at the five or six thugs and then, worried, said, "Be careful on your own."
"Heh," Zhou Jin chuckled, "you care about me now?"
"Of course, I don't want my husband to become a... cripple, because I don't take care of people."
A faint, sinister smile spilled from Zhou Jin's cold eyes. This woman really... deserved it!
At that moment, the five or six thugs charged at him all at once, wielding wooden sticks and striking Zhou Jin.
Li Qianrui watched, her heart pounding, as it was the first time she had watched a fight. Zhou Jin was remarkably skilled; the thugs could not gain any advantage. He quickly snatched a stick and knocked all five or six thugs to the ground.
The five or six thugs, including the rich kid, moaned in pain.
Li Qianrui looked at Zhou Jin in disbelief; she hadn't expected this man to shed his gentle appearance and fight so fiercely and precisely.
