After Yang Simin's mood gradually calmed down, Zhao Tiezhu took Yang Simin out like holding a baby.

"Put me down."

When he noticed Zhao Tiezhu's action at this time, Yang Simin felt very shy.

In a twinkling of an eye, he saw a few tall men standing outside the tattered door, looking at himself in horror, and Yang Simin was even more embarrassed to stay in Zhao Tiezhu's arms.

Fanquan beat Zhao Tiezhu on her shoulder, so that Zhao Tiezhu had to put her down. Otherwise, Zhao Tiezhu really did not know what she would do.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Tiezhu looked at Yang Simin helplessly, wondering why she suddenly struggled...