"Zi Xuan, let's go out! Don't be afraid, I'm here!" Ling Zhenfei, however, couldn't be bothered with him. He spoke gently to Yang Zixuan, taking her hand and stepping out of the car.
"Hey, Ling, can you mind our company's image a bit? And Zi Xuan's hand, how is it that you can touch it?"
Seeing Yang Zixuan's delicate hand actually held by Ling Zhenfei made Fan Tong even more furious.
He had been lusting after Yang Zixuan for a long time but had never even touched one of her fingers.
And here was Ling Zhenfei, playing the knight in shining armor right in front of him and taking advantage of the beautiful woman.
"Image? Heh, with that pig's head of yours, what image do you have?"
Ling Zhenfei rolled his eyes at Fan Tong and said no more, leading Yang Zixuan towards the hotel.
"You..."
Watching Ling Zhenfei's retreating back, Fan Tong stomped his foot in anger, helpless to do anything else but to enter the hotel with a gloomy face.
