Tang Xue gave the young punk a once-over, furrowed her brows, but chose to ignore him.
Chen Feng continued to eat his meal, showing no emotion.
The youth, ignored, looked displeased, and unexpectedly pulled up a stool to sit right next to Tang Xue.
"Little sis, how about adding me on WeChat?"
The punk tilted his head, staring at Tang Xue.
"Sorry, no!"
Tang Xue refused.
The punk raised an eyebrow. "What if I say you must add me?"
At his words, a few rowdy youths at a nearby table all stood up at once with malicious expressions.
"I advise you not to cause trouble, or you'll regret it."
Tang Xue was not afraid.
Because, Chen Feng was there!
She had witnessed all sorts of extraordinary skills from Chen Feng the previous night that were even more dazzling, powerful, and astonishing than the martial arts masters in movies.
These thugs were like kindergarteners in front of Chen Feng!
"Oh, you're even threatening big brother here, interesting."
