Chen Lele took down the two T-shirts Xu Fan had pointed out from the hanger.
The shelves in the store had already been knocked over by Stony's little brothers, and many clothes were scattered on the ground, which made Chen Lele's heart ache.
"Don't worry, however they trashed the store, that's how they'll tidy it up," Xu Fan said lightly after glancing at the messy floor.
"Thank you, Mr. Xu. I really don't know how to thank you," Chen Lele said, wrapping her hands together, standing in front of Xu Fan, looking at him somewhat awkwardly.
She knew about Xu Fan's influence, but she'd never imagined that he was also so skilled in combat; that he alone had taken down seven or eight thugs.
Chen Lele remembered a line from a movie: My ideal person is a peerless hero who one day will come to save me on a seven-colored cloud, clad in golden armor.
And now, Xu Fan almost perfectly embodied that image in her mind.
