Hearing Tang Luo's words, An Lan was taken aback, go find the Korean?
It was Cardila, though, whose lips curled upwards, she understood Tang Luo better than An Lan did.
"I've tolerated this Korean for a whole day now, and since there's no more patience left, there's no need to hold back."
Tang Luo spoke, picking up the car keys that were on the table.
"An Lan, do you know where this Korean lives?"
"I don't know, Sister Chen does."
An Lan shook her head.
"You're really going to look for him?"
"Yeah, going to find him."
Tang Luo nodded.
"If I don't clean up this Korean, he won't realize he's just a stick!"
"..."
An Lan was amused by Tang Luo's words.
"Let's go."
Cardila also stood up.
An Lan looked at Tang Luo, then at Cardila, "What do we say when we get there? Ask him to delete his Weibo post?"
"What's there to say, if we can fight, no need to argue."
Tang Luo snorted with laughter.
"You're going to hit him?"
