Standing next to Sang Lingzhu was Zeng Yu, who was beautiful, but she didn't bother to dress up; she made herself look like a tomboy every day, which really put her out of favor with young people.
"Qi Jianshao, calm down, don't get angry at these low-class people. With people like them, you should have just shoved them aside."
The woman in the passenger seat noticed that all the young people's attention was being drawn to Sang Lingzhu and felt instantly annoyed. She shook the man's arm and egged him on.
"Shove aside? Could you handle it if we hit someone and they died?"
The man's face was cold as he chided her without a hint of warmth. It wasn't that he was afraid of killing someone and the trouble that would follow, but rather he feared hurting a beauty like Sang Lingzhu.
The woman immediately shut her mouth. As a fellow woman, her sixth sense was very accurate. She felt that if they didn't leave now, the Sang Lingzhu outside the car might easily replace her.
