Liao Fucheng's face was terribly grim.
From the moment he received a call from Liao Jiajia, he couldn't believe that anyone at Tsinghua would dare touch Liao Jiajia.
Even Wang Peng, if Liao Jiajia had provoked him, would have given him a call himself.
Yet at this moment, hearing Zhou Bangquan's voice only darkened the gloom on his face.
Seeing the handprint of blood on Zhou Bangquan's face, his fists clenched tightly.
That bastard, daring to hit his brother!
A group of men slowly turned around, and when they saw a group of people coming with large strides from afar, their expressions were incredibly vivid.
Liao Fucheng had arrived!
With shoulder-length hair and a somber face, who else could it be but Liao Fucheng!
Especially upon seeing the forty-some people behind Liao Fucheng, the eyes of the group shimmered with anticipation.
This looks like the prelude to a fight!
The men stealthily glanced at Liao Jiajia, who was kneeling on the ground, and murmured among themselves.
