When Liu Feng heard Shangguan Xuelan's words, he was so angry that he almost exploded. Luyao's face turned ashen.
"Where did this little girl come from? How dare she be so impudent in front of me!"
Suppressing his anger, he looked at Han Xing, who had a calm expression, and explained, "Don't listen to this woman's nonsense. I'm doing this for your own good!"
Shangguan Xuelan continued to mock him, "You claim you're doing this for his own good. Give him the money. Where's your money? Han Xing can give you an IOU!"
"F*ck you!"
Liu Feng's face was flushed red. He rushed up and was about to give her a slap.
Before his raised hand could fall, Han Xing grabbed it.
Han Xing's fierce gaze was like a steel knife. The sharp killing intent made Liu Feng not dare to act rashly.
"Who allowed you to touch her?"
Liu Feng only felt his hand being pressed down by a heavy hammer that weighed thousands of pounds, and he couldn't move at all.
