"You!"
As the saying goes, daughters are difficult to keep at home, which is precisely the situation here. As her father watches her getting ready to leave with Xu Fan, anger turns his face crimson.
"Uncle, let me do it."
At that moment, He Shaofeng, who had been sitting aside, stood up.
He had grown up with Qin Mengyue and, over the years, had never stopped thinking about her.
Even after romancing many others, he couldn't forget the beauty of Jinling.
No way was he going to let some unknown young punk steal his woman.
"Friend, an actor hired last minute?"
"You're doing a good impression. Tell me, how much did Meng Yue pay you? I'll give you double right now."
"Take the money, let go of her hand, and then get out, understand?"
He suspected that Xu Fan was just a temporary actor Meng Yue had found to fool her parents.
At that point, He Shaofeng pulled out his Hermès wallet, ready to use money to send the bothersome fly that was Xu Fan packing.
