"Damn it, who the fuck are you? Do you know who my mom is?" A young man with a tattooed arm, who seemed to be the leader of the group, stepped forward and swore.
"Who I am isn't important, and who your mom is isn't important either!" Chen Yao quickly turned, jogged over to Zhou Fan, and grabbed his arm, pulling him up. With a proud air, she declared, "My boyfriend said he can't stand to watch you bully people!"
At Chen Yao's words, all eyes fell on Zhou Fan.
Zhou Fan was speechless. He turned, tilted her chin up with his left hand, and whispered, "You just love making trouble for me, don't you? Just wait until we're back at the hotel. I'll deal with you then!"
"Buddy, what's your problem? You looking for trouble? Do you know who my mom is?" The tattooed punk studied Zhou Fan closely. Though he sensed this man wouldn't be a pushover, he wasn't afraid. He stepped forward and pointed a finger at Zhou Fan, demanding answers.
