Rong Lan turned his head and naturally saw his uncle standing behind him. His face was dark, his aura oppressive, and the look in his eyes carried a murderous intent.
"Hey, Uncle, what a coincidence, you're here too?"
Lu Qing reached up to unbutton the top two buttons of his collar and the cuffs of his sleeves, raising his brow:
"Seems like you didn't take my warning seriously."
"A fair lady is worth pursuing, and besides, I ran into her first, Uncle. There should be a first-come, first-served rule, right?"
Lu Qing sneered: "Cut the crap. Inside or outside, pick where you want to get beaten."
At the mention of a fight, Rong Lan's ribs started to ache.
"Violence isn't the solution. Why don't we let Miao Miao choose for herself?"
Qin Miaomiao raised her hand: "I choose Lu Qing."
Not giving any face, huh?
Rong Lan refused to give up: "That doesn't count, Miao Miao. You have to give me another chance to pursue you."
