Jiang Beiye’s wandering hand was moments away from reaching Zhou Muran, but Zhao Dachuan’s hand was faster. He caught Jiang Beiye’s wrist mid-air.
"I said it before! My woman! Nobody touches her! Are you deaf?"
Zhao Dachuan was seething, his murderous intent so palpable that the temperature in the entire treasure appraisal arena seemed to drop by dozens of degrees.
Chapter 164