"I'm dying of laughter, beauty, you might as well not call the police. Come keep us company, and if we're in a good mood, we'll treat you to a drink!"
Zhang Shiya angrily looked at this bunch of bastards, but at that moment, she couldn't utter a single word.
Among the crowd, Ning Fan watched these bastards with cold eyes and clenched his fists involuntarily. He twisted his neck, planning to go out and teach these bastards a lesson when someone came over and patted his shoulder.
"Ning Bro? Is it really you!"
A young man with an honest-looking face appeared in front of Ning Fan, looking at him in surprise.
Ning Fan recognized the other person and called out in surprise, "Dashun!"
The honest-looking young man was Ning Fan's friend here, named Liu Dashun, and they often played together when they were in Xiaogu Village.
