Song Yiyan was angered by the retard in front of her. She pointed at his brain. "Dongfang Fan, are you crazy?!"
Dongfang Fan snorted. "Song Yiyan, you're the one who's crazy here. If you're not crazy, do you have to find a pretty boy to make me angry?"
Song Yiyan glared at him. "Get lost!"
Dongfang Fan glanced at Ji Xing. "I'll leave when Jun Shiyan arrives."
The onlookers held in their laughter and were about to suffer internal injuries. The way a little tyrant treated others was to be as domineering as he could be, he would beat them up whenever he was unhappy.
His attitude towards Song Yiyan was rather interesting.
Dongfang Fan got someone to move a sofa over and sat in the middle. There were eight bodyguards in black standing neatly behind him, looking like an incapable ruler attending court.
Song Yiyan pulled Ji Xing and whispered, "Did you really call Jun Shiyan? Did he say he was coming?"
