"Ran, what’s the matter?" Mu Wanxin turned her head and asked in confusion.
Shen Wenxuan also pulled over the car to the side of the road.
An Ran pushed open the car door and got out, heading straight towards the group of people committing the assault by the roadside.
"An Ran," Shen Wenxuan called out, not understanding why An Ran was so reactive. He instructed Mu Wanxin to keep an eye on Ya in the car and followed after her.
An Ran ran up to the group of people. At this time, An Sicheng was already beaten to the ground, curled up with his head in his arms, and the group still didn’t let him go, continuously kicking him and cursing.
"You little bastard, don’t know your place unless you get taught a lesson."
"Don’t you even dare think about the Young Miss of the Su Family."
"Show your face around here again, and you’ll lose your life."
At this moment, the man who had been standing by watching coldly pinched out his cigarette and said, "Alright, break one of his legs to teach him a lesson."
"Yes, Young Master Su," a hulking man responded. He picked up a nearby wooden stick and swung it hard at the boy’s leg.
"Stop!" An Ran yelled, throwing herself forward and shielding the boy on the ground with her body.
"Where did this little bitch come from, daring to meddle in your grandpa’s business?"
Su Jinghao cursed, but when he saw the delicate, beautiful face on the ground, his words halted abruptly.
Acting purely on instinct, An Ran had braced herself for the pain that didn’t come. Hearing someone call her name, she looked up and saw that the person in front of her seemed somewhat familiar.
But she had no time for anything else. She looked down at the bruised boy on the ground and gently lifted his head in distress.
Under the relentless punches and kicks of several brutes, An Sicheng felt as if his very soul was being pummeled out of shape, as if it would leave his body the next second.
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Seeing An Ran say nothing, Su Jinghao asked again, "Miss An, don’t you recognize me? I’m Su Jinghao, we met before."
Su Jinghao wasn’t good at much except remembering women, especially beautiful ones.
It was already news in the circle that Mu Xingfeng was dating someone. Everyone was curious about the woman who had captured Young Master Mu’s heart, and Su Jinghao remembered this woman at a glance.
She was truly captivating, with a beauty that was both understated and incredibly alluring, possessing the gentle grace of a southern Jiangnan woman with a touch of seduction.
Even though she was still young, with Su Jinghao’s eye for women, he was certain that within five years, those big eyes of hers would possess an even more enchanting power.
If she were anyone else’s woman, Su Jinghao might have had some improper thoughts. But being Mu’s woman, she could be the most beautiful fairy, and Su Jinghao wouldn’t dare entertain any inappropriate ideas about her.
Hearing the man’s introduction, An Ran remembered that when Mu Xingfeng had taken her skiing, there seemed to be such a person.
But seeing him leading a group of thugs to brutally beat An Sicheng, her expression turned cold.
"So it’s Young Master Su. What exactly did he do wrong to deserve such treatment from you?" An Ran stood up, her voice turning colder.
At this moment, Shen Wenxuan also arrived, seeing that An Ran was unharmed. He stood behind her in a position of absolute protection, also staring at Su Jinghao.