Chapter Two Hundred Thirteen
"Alright, Brother Liang, you've beaten the guy. Let's just leave it at that, give me some face," Xiaoshan stepped forward, blocking the green-haired man and spoke indifferently.
Everyone was stunned.
Even Yuan Xiaoli, who had been crying, forgot to cry for a moment.
Previously, when Yuan Xiaoli was being beaten by the green-haired man in the restroom, Xiaoshan was too timid to come forward.
Now, even Wei Shaocong didn't dare to speak, and Xiaoshan actually stood up.
This person!
Was there something wrong with his brain?
"Oh, who are you? Daring to ask for my face," Zhu Liang spoke with a menacing tone.
Before this, Zhu Liang hadn't even noticed Xiaoshan.
Because Xiaoshan was dressed in cheap street clothes and had been quiet in the back of the crowd, how could such a person catch Zhu Liang's eye?
So, he was actually quite curious as to why Xiaoshan dared to stand out.
"Me?" Xiaoshan smiled, "I'm someone you can't afford to provoke."
