Liu Bin knelt on the ground, his face looking extremely ugly.
In the DY circle of rich second-generations, he was a significant figure. However, today, he was kneeling in front of a boy from the countryside. What Liu Bin couldn't bear the most was that the other party even demanded him to call him "grandpa."
"You're seeking death, kid!" Liu Bin steadied his mind, stood up, and ferociously swung a punch at Lin Chen.
Although Liu Bin appeared frail, he had practiced martial arts since childhood. His punch was both fast and fierce, aimed directly at Lin Chen's face.
Seeing this, many people shook their heads, guessing Lin Chen would definitely suffer a concussion, and even several timid girls closed their eyes.
But just as Liu Bin's fist was about to hit Lin Chen, it suddenly stopped in mid-air.
A pair of hands, strong as iron clamps, tightly grabbed his wrist.
