Noticing the raised veins on Tang Hai's fist and his unusually large hands, Ning Fan knew he was skilled in hand techniques, capable of cracking stones and breaking wood with one punch.
He originally thought Tang Hai would make a move, but unexpectedly, Tang Hai suppressed his anger and said, "Could I notify the young lady first?"
"Hurry up."
Less than two minutes after the phone call, Tang Xiaoyue hurriedly arrived, her hair still a bit messy as if she'd just gotten out of bed, evidently having no time to put on makeup.
Noticing this detail, Ning Fan's perception of her changed significantly.
Glancing at the situation on the ground, the quick-thinking Tang Xiaoyue quickly said, "Mr. Ning, you've misunderstood."
"It seems to be a misunderstanding."
Ning Fan nodded, inviting her, "Miss Tang, please come in and talk."
"Thank you."
Tang Xiaoyue offered a gentle smile, her playful hair giving off a fresh vibe.
