"How can you lay a hand on a young girl, are you even human?" Wen Xu's voice carried a hint of anger.
Upon hearing the voice of the person saving her, Su Fanyu finally sighed in relief.
They must not be in cahoots.
The delinquent man, having been kicked, rose up in flames and got up, rolling up his sleeves and charging over, "Kid, who do you think you're talking to? You think I'm afraid to hit you... Patek Philippe!"
Before he could throw a punch, he caught sight of the stranger's watch and his gaze started to size up the man.
Every article of clothing was a brand-name custom piece; he couldn't afford to compensate even for a brush against them.
The delinquent man swallowed hard and forced a sheepish smile, "Bro, there might have been a misunderstanding, don't be angry."
"What misunderstanding? You clearly had ill intentions at first sight!" Su Fanyu indignantly said behind him.
