As soon as Qin Qin finished speaking, Zhang Yue excitedly reached for her hand, but before he could touch Qin Qin, a large palm from the side seized Zhang Yue's hand with great force, causing his complexion to change as he looked up at Mo Yunchen, who was beside Qin Qin. Until now, his attention had been entirely on the murderer, and he had not noticed the man by Qin Qin's side.
The man exuded a dignified air, radiating an imperial presence that made one submit involuntarily.
Zhang Yue was startled; he had never before encountered a man with such a powerful aura. The cold look in his eyes sent shivers down Zhang Yue's spine.
That man stood by Qin Qin's side, giving him a warning glance. Who was he?!?
"Master Mo!" Mo Sheng's voice came from the side.
Qin Qin took Mo Yunchen's hand, "Let him go, he meant no harm."
Mo Yunchen released Zhang Yue's hand, and Mo Sheng took out a handkerchief, which Mo Yunchen elegantly used to wipe his fingertips.