If one ignores the murderous intent hidden behind Feng Huang's charming smile, this woman could absolutely be described with the words "top grade beauty."
In ancient times, she would have been enough to make a king skip the morning court.
Xu Fan didn't know what had happened before he arrived, but now he could clearly see that in just a short while, the group of well-dressed men around Feng Huang had all been led by the nose by her.
They'd had their souls hooked and spirits stirred...
"Friend, a word of advice, leave quickly,"
The man sitting next to Feng Huang was suited up, and beneath his neat haircut was a face that could certainly be described as handsome.
With the Porsche car keys he deliberately placed on the table, he definitely qualified as a lady-killer in this nightclub.
But before he had a chance to touch Feng Huang, suddenly, Xu Fan stepped in from the side and blocked his hand.
Displeasure, anger, a mix of annoyances converged on his face at that moment.
