Yang Ming showed considerable appreciation for Jing Xiaolu's tolerance. However, for Jing Xiaolu's past behavior, Yang Ming did not have much resistance. After all, not so long ago, he was just like Jing Xiaolu; he was a little punk that mingled in the underworld. Yang Ming always itched for someone to fight with him. Naturally, when he encountered such a situation, he would not let go.
Now, Yang Ming had matured, and he made light of such people.
The bald-headed young man saw Yang Ming and Jing Xiaolu sitting at an ordinary dining table on the side, and he became inexpressibly smug. When his girlfriend, Xiao Hong, came over, he couldn't help but say, "How about it? I am amazing, right?"
"Too amazing. It's not often that this couple's swing is available!" Xiao Hong said excitedly.
