With a casual slap, he sent someone flying out of the booth. What kind of strength does this require?
Oh my god, is this person really here looking for trouble with Zhang Fan?
Moreover, with Zhang Fan's low profile just now, it seems he's somewhat afraid of this person too.
The next moment, she grabbed Weng Shuang's hand and pulled frantically to get out.
Bai Yujing, watching this scene, eyes cold, pointed to the door.
"Speed it up!"
Mei Xiaoyun nodded sharply, and dashed off pulling Weng Shuang.
"Yo, Bai Yujing, calling you bro has made you swell, huh? Dare to let my woman leave, who gave you the guts?" Zhang Fan sneered.
Hearing this, Bai Yujing's face stiffened.
And Mei Xiaoyun shouted quickly, "Zhang Fan, you want to die, but we don't. Why are you still acting now?"
Bai Yujing's face turned dark.
Your people? Why didn't you say it sooner?
Are you trying to find a chance to beat me up?
