Just as Mrs. Jia was secretly congratulating herself on her good luck, having three "human cushions" to save her from falling hard, a dark shadow loomed over her once more.
Xushu looked like a cold, formidable god of war as he strode forward with steady, powerful steps.
His eyes burned like torches, locked onto Mrs. Jia. He reached out that large hand seemingly filled with boundless strength and, as easily as an eagle snatching a chick, hoisted Mrs. Jia right back up into the air.
Chapter 22