"What the hell are you doing? Are you mad? Make way! Yuanyuan, Yiyi--" She screamed through her tears, breaking into a frenzied rush through the crowd in anger.

Suddenly, a sports car sped into the intersection with a man jumping out of it. He rushed over and caught her around the waist from behind.

His voice, which was usually steady, was filled with strain, "Don’t go there, are you out of your mind?"

Upon hearing Third Young Master Jun’s voice, Ye Lu clung to hope and caught his hand, sobbing even harder. "Where are Yuanyuan and Yiyi? Please, go rescue them, Third Young Master. Hurry!"

"Stay here and don’t move!" Third Young Master Jun commanded her firmly.

Ye Lu tearfully nodded intensely.

Third Young Master Jun’s eyes were cold. He quickly pulled out his gun and charged forward, plunging into the chaotic crowd.

Two minutes later, the bodyguards who had fallen behind also drove over. They jumped out of the car and rushed over to help.

A gunshot rang out.

The gunshot stunned the panicking crowd, which scattered in fear.

After the crowd dispersed, Ye Lu saw Third Young Master Jun crouched on the ground. With one hand supporting the two children underneath him and the other raised with a gun!

"Don’t let them escape! Catch some of them and bring them back! This incident won’t end so easily!" His voice sounded like Asura’s from hell, filled with rage.

The bodyguards responded instantly, catching some of the fleeing individuals.

Ye Lu stumbled towards them, spotting the two children lying on the ground. Her heart trembled as she fell to her knees.

"Yiyi..." She turned pale seeing the little girl unconscious on the ground and spotting a few traces of blood on her body.

Her heart shattered as she hugged Yiyi tremblingly, holding the tiny body in her arms, her heart palpitating with fear and panic.

"Yiyi, don’t scare mommy. How are you feeling, Yiyi?"

"Don’t worry, she just fainted from fright. The blood on her isn’t hers," Third Young Master Jun’s voice was solid and comforting, soothing Ye Lu’s frantic heart.

If he said it’s okay, then it must be okay.

"What about Yuanyuan? Is he okay too?" She looked at Little Yuanyuan’s pale face, unresponsive.

Third Young Master Jun had already put his gun away and scooped up the unconscious Ye Yuan. His face was stern, his voice unusually somber.

"He’s a brave little guy. When I came in, I saw him protecting Yiyi and not letting anyone hurt her."

Tears blurred Ye Lu’s vision, indeed Yuanyuan has always been the sensible one, always protective of his sister and her.

"What about him?" She had an uneasy feeling.

"His hand bones were shattered."

Ye Lu’s breath hitched, her face grew ashen and she almost fainted.

"How could this happen, Yuanyuan, my Yuanyuan..." Her trembling hand reached out to touch his head, whimpering in heartache.

Soon, the ambulance arrived. Ye Lu mournfully stayed by the children’s side, looking at Little Yuanyuan’s bloodless face, feeling as if a knife was twisting her heart.

She looked at his tiny left hand, entirely twisted with a patch of blood on his little arm bending outward.

Her heart ached, and she could only imagine the agonizing pain Yuanyuan must have suffered. He was so young to faint from the pain. How could those people be so cruel to hurt her child? She hated them with every fiber of her being.

Third Young Master Jun was on the phone: "Yan Su, a six-year-old child’s hand bone is broken, bring your best team and operate immediately at XX hospital!"

Ye Lu clutched his hand frantically.

"Can Yuanyuan’s hand be saved?"

Third Young Master Jun saw tears filling her eyes, her face on the verge of collapsing due to the worry for her child. Her hand clutching him was shaking with fear.

His heart, frigid and rigid, immediately softened.

"I won’t let anything happen to him," He pulled her into his arms, allowing her to sob against his chest.