"Nin Yuze had set a trap. He invited me to dinner and provoked me into a fight in front of everyone so that Zhao Baofen and his guards could break my legs and arms. I only gave him a taste of his own medicine. Do you think that is not fair?"
Chen Fan flicked a finger and locked his chilling glare onto Nin Chendong.
Cold sweat trickled down from Nin Chendong's forehead. He managed to put on a smile and said, "Mr. Chen, those are your own presumptions."
"Uncle Nin, that is not a presumption. Yuze had told me and everyone his plan ahead of time. If you don't believe me, you can ask Baofen." Qiao Luoyin put in.
Nin Chendong was suddenly at a loss for words.
