Ye Fei turned, only to see a familiar figure.
Xiao Feng!
There he was, sauntering over nonchalantly with Xiao Yun, who had been at the concert before, on his left side.
Frowning, she stared fixedly at Ye Fei.
Her gaze was as if she wanted to skin him alive.
Ye Fei's brows furrowed slightly, his displeasure evident.
"Didn't you get hit enough?"
Ye Fei said coldly.
Xiao Feng's steps faltered, his complexion turning ashen in an instant.
But quickly, he regained his composure and said viciously,
"You think I'm still the Xiao Feng you could push around? Just you wait, starting with you, then the Su Family, none of you will get away with this!"
"Xiao Feng!"
Xiao Yun sharply scolded, tugging him forward.
"No need to talk too much with him, a scoundrel will meet his match, and he'll pay the price sooner or later."
The two brushed past Ye Fei, and at the last moment, Xiao Yun gave him a fierce glare.
"Mr. Ye..."
