Wen Jiaren snatched the phone and continued the call at her ear.
As soon as she opened her mouth, several men, having realized what was happening, immediately charged at her from different directions.
Several tall and strong men approached, completely blocking Wen Jiaren's body with their icy faces, and their momentum was very frightening.
Wen Jiaren remained calm and composed, her lips curled slightly as she looked at the big men, "So, you want to fight now?"
The leader stared at her expressionlessly, "Hand over the phone."
Wen Jiaren raised her eyebrows slightly, "What if I don't?"
The man's face darkened, and he reached out to forcibly snatch it from her hand; several other men also moved forward, trying to capture her.
A cold light flashed in Wen Jiaren's eyes, and just as she was about to fight back, a sharp voice came from outside.
"Stop, what are you trying to do?"
That voice was cold and sharp, filled with an imposing aura that couldn't be ignored.
