"Everyone, my patience has run out. Bring those women from Zi Qiong over here, we'll go one by one!" Su Ziming ordered his followers.
Zi Qiong and Siyu, overhearing the crowd's comments, turned pale. However, they refused to believe that Ling Fan would stand them up; something must have detained him.
But the few girls behind them didn't think so; they weren't close with Ling Fan. Who knew if he would show up?
At that moment, over ten of Lei Ming's experts had approached the girls. "Young Master Su has invited you. Wise up and don't force us to get rough. You can't hide."
"Su Ziming, what exactly do you want? If you have the guts, come at me. Don't trouble the people of Zi Qiong!" Su Qiong stepped forward to shield them.
A chill crossed Su Ziming's face. "You think I wouldn't dare do anything to you? Zhao Yin, teach her a lesson!"
Following Su Ziming's order, a man stepped forward from Lei Ming's team; his sharp, thin face looked sleazy.
