"Huh!"
Lin Fan noticed a man with an exceptionally striking demeanor. It wasn't the refined charm of some elegant young master, but rather a sharp and imposing aura, like a blade piercing straight into the heavens. No one dared approach him, as if his very presence made people uncomfortable.
It was like being grazed by invisible edges, cutting at them intermittently.
The man seemed to sense Lin Fan's gaze. He turned to look at him, then provocatively pointed at Lin Fan, gestured toward the woman on the pavilion, and patted his own chest.
The meaning was clear.
This woman is mine. You, scram.
"What the hell!"
"He's provoking me!"
Lin Fan had initially just come to look around and broaden his horizons. He never intended to become anyone's live-in son-in-law.
But things were different now.
This guy actually dared to provoke him.
Unforgivable.
