Zhuo Yating's body suddenly stiffened, and the burly men took this chance to swarm her, grasping her arms once again and forcefully pinning her to the ground.
As expected, Zhuo Yating's struggle was in vain, and it completely enraged the man in the white shirt!
"Motherfucker, you stinking bitch dared to kick me, I'll stab you to death today!"
Saying this, the white-shirted man got up from the ground, snatched the dagger from one of the burly men, and aimed it directly at Zhuo Yating's abdomen.
Seeing this, Zhuo Yating closed her eyes in despair, knowing she was doomed today.
"Hey, why aren't you done yet, I still want to go home and sleep!"
However, at that moment, a somewhat lazy voice drifted into the courtyard.
The words carried a hint of impatience and weariness.
"Huh?"
The sudden emergence of this voice caused everyone in the courtyard to pause, including the white-shirted man holding the dagger aimed at Zhuo Yating's abdomen, whose action halted as well.
