"Why is this woman so humble? It's really infuriating!"
Ouyang Jie slammed his fist on the table, clearly displeased.
"Who knows what kind of love potion she's been fed? If she's willing to be hit, that's her business. We're just outsiders; why should we interfere?"
Song Yun took a sip of his beer and spoke indifferently.
It was obvious that the girl occupied a very humble position and was self-brainwashed, confused. Anyone who had contrary opinions, even if they were for her own good, she might resent them.
"But I just can't stand it; that foreigner is in our territory!"
Ouyang Jie spoke agitatedly, "You don't mean to tell me that all of us big guys here are afraid of him?"
"It's not about fear. Look, some kind-hearted person has already stepped in. Just wait and see, and you'll know the outcome."
Song Yun lit a cigarette and looked over at William's table.
