"Otherwise?"
Tang Ming furrowed his brows in frustration and said through gritted teeth, "Things have come to this, I can't possibly just let him leave Li Xiaoli, can I?"
"Why can't you? Happiness is something you have to fight for yourself. Are you really willing to let Li Xiaoli fall into someone else's arms?"
Meng Xianjun stared at Tang Ming, speechless.
Tang Ming glanced at Feng Liubing: "This guy is just an ordinary person, fragile and weak. What do you want me to do? I can't just beat him up, can I?"
"Why not?"
Meng Xianjun chuckled with a mischievous grin.
"What are you planning to do?"
Tang Ming grew wary.
"Just watch, we at least need to know if this guy is worthy of Li Xiaoli."
Meng Xianjun patted Tang Ming's shoulder and turned to Feng Liubing: "Kid, don't get too familiar with us. We are not your friends."
"And then what? What do you guys want?"
Feng Liubing rubbed his wrist warily, watching Meng Xianjun and the others.
"Hehe!"
