Looking up, Yang Gang was instantly upset.
In front of Yang Fei stood a young man with blonde hair and blue eyes. Despite his frivolous language, his behavior was not. On the contrary, he had quite a gentlemanly demeanor.
Damn it!
Yang, pretending to be tough, was angry.
How dare this foreigner set his sights on my sister!
What was more frustrating was that Yang Fei seemed to have no objection to the foreigner's attitude.
He paused for a moment and then hastily left the parking area.
As he approached Yang Fei, he casually wrapped his arm around her waist, glaring provocatively at the foreigner. "Don't flirt with people's girlfriends casually. This is Huaxia, not decadent Europe and America. Sir, please respect yourself."
Yang Gang's mouth was poisonous. In one sentence, he not only rebuked the foreign man, but also launched a harsh attack on the corrupt and decadent capitalist society of Europe and America.
