Chương 1243: My Good Bengbeng, Don't Cry

"Let go of her!"

The moment Qi Yan saw Mo Yongheng grab Tan Bengbeng's arm, he leaped up from the sofa.

What nonsense!

Why would he need him to help treat his wound?

It was more likely that he was preparing to apply some ointment to make his wound rot and worsen his injury!

"Qi Yan, stop it!" Tan Bengbeng screamed all of a sudden, staring blankly at the back of Mo Yongheng's figure.

From the moment he had grabbed onto her arm and pulled her back, she had been staring blankly at him like that.

Many familiar scenes started to flash in her head.

It was all of her childhood.

When she was young, she wasn't such a bore and was like any other ordinary child—smart and cheeky.

She was lazy and always would procrastinate over doing the assignments she was given. However, whenever her grandfather was about to hit her palm with his ruler, her brother would rush out to protect her.