Lin Zicheng turned his head to glance at Xiao Yihe lying on the ground and spat in his direction, "Pah, I knew you were no good. You've already harassed a woman just now. Calling the police to have you arrested so you can reflect on your behavior inside will do you some good."
As he spoke, he really took out his mobile phone, ready to call the police.
A flicker of panic flashed across Xiao Yihe's eyes before he propped himself up on the ground and staggered to his feet. He hooked his lip in mockery, his gaze shifting back and forth between An Lan and Lin Zicheng.
"An Lan, you really don't lack flower protectors by your side. This Lin Zicheng has been hovering around you, could he have no ulterior motives? No wonder, last time the paparazzi caught you dining with a man—it was Lin Zicheng, wasn't it? I bet Huo Zhanting doesn't know he's got a vast green field on his head?"
