"Brother Xu, here's some freshly squeezed orange juice for you," one of the more perceptive guys hurriedly poured a glass of fresh orange juice and respectfully handed it to Ge Dongxu.
"Hmm," Ge Dongxu merely nodded noncommittally, took the orange juice, and had a sip. Autumn was raging now, after standing outside for a while, he couldn't deny that he was actually a bit thirsty.
"That's about enough," after a sip of the cold orange juice, his anger seemed to subside somewhat. Seeing the ruthlessness of Lin Kun and Yue Ting's beating, he feared it might indeed cause serious problems. Ge Dongxu put the glass down on the table and said indifferently.
Seeing Ge Dongxu speak, Chen Zihao and Yue Ting stopped, panting for air. Yue Ting even lightly pressed her ample bosom, not sure if it was still from fright, needing to calm her nerves.
