Qin Yi viciously kicked the man again. "I'm warning you, be more respectful to Miss Xia from now on," he said through gritted teeth, his voice cold and dark.
President Wang clung to Qin Yi's leg in agitation, answering him obsequiously in all sorts of ways. Only then did Qin Yi release him, turn around, and follow after the departing figure of Nangong Yaoling.
******
In the taxi, Xiaonuan's complexion still hadn't recovered; her expression was a little dazed, as if she'd just gone through a terrible nightmare.
Casey sat beside her. Just as she was spacing out, a small hand tugged at her hand.
She came back to herself, lowered her head, and saw a pair of eyes full of curiosity and worry.
"Mommy, what's wrong?" he asked softly, using his other small hand to cradle Xiaonuan's cheek.
That soft, boneless little hand, warm to the touch, was like a feather, gently soothing her restless heartbeat and tense soul.
