"Who are you, anyway? Do I know you?" Su Qingqing asked impatiently.
"Not familiar, but we'll get to know each other better over time." The rich second-generation was still relentlessly pestering Su Qingqing.
Watching this scene, Lin Yifan got angry and spoke up, "I'm giving you three seconds to get the hell out of here!"
"One!"
"Two!"
"Who do you think you are? You tell me to scram, and I'm supposed to scram? Sabi!" The rich second-generation scorned, blatantly ignoring Lin Yifan's presence.
However, the next moment, he was in for it.
"Three!"
As soon as he counted to three, Lin Yifan immediately stood up, lifted the rich second-generation, and threw him hard against a nearby pillar.
"Bang!"
With a heavy collision, the rich second-generation instantly felt his blood tumult inside him, and then he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood. Right after, he heavily fell to the ground.
