Fu Ziming sobered up in an instant, frightened by Ning Fan's icy gaze; there was nothing ordinary about this man.
"Wild man, you dare to steal my woman? I'll make you pay!"
After cursing at Ning Fan a few times, Fu Ziming found himself unable to continue. His throat was clenched tight, and he couldn't utter a word.
With a forceful push, Ning Fan threw Fu Ziming towards the doorway, causing the door to sway back and forth.
"Get lost!"
Ning Fan commanded coldly.
"You!"
Fu Ziming, in pain and shaking with anger, couldn't even dare to glance at Ning Fan as he clumsily got up from the ground.
"So your last name is Ning, huh? Just you wait. If I don't cripple you, I'm no man! And you, you wretched woman, I won't let either of you get away."
Fu Ziming roared while clinging to the door frame, still not daring to look at Ning Fan as he scrambled out of the room.
Ning Fan shook his head indifferently.
