With a cheeky smirk on his lips and a devil-may-care look on his face, he quietly watched the stunned punks.
"Ye Xiaofan..."
"Xiaofan, be careful." Chen Mengying called out worriedly.
"Careful? They're the ones who should be careful." Xiaofan happened to run into Chen Mengying when he was coming downstairs and got a rough idea of the situation from her.
"Bastard, kid, if you're so eager to meddle, then I'll grant your wish." The punk who had been kicked to the ground struggled to his feet, glaring angrily at Xiaofan.
"Hey, Lin Hai..."
"Ah." Lin Hai slowly crawled up, looking bruised and battered, it seemed he had taken quite a beating earlier.
"Move aside, why are you standing here? You've already had your show, right? Now it's my turn, isn't it?" Xiaofan glanced over and said.
