
"Bag!!"
Nadin had been screaming with all his might, trying to stop the husband because he was afraid of getting battered a second time. Honey, he's late because Zain's moving so fast. When Nadin came out, he was already speeding at high speed leaving the main gate by riding a motorcycle.
Luckily, at the right time the thin mustachioed man in black clothes approached Nadin, presumably indeed deliberately came to give help to his young lady. "There's something I can...