Kexin's father was undoubtedly a bastard.
After being taught a lesson by Ning Fan last time and receiving some money, Lan Kexin had felt at ease for a while.
But the guy never changed. With money in hand, he continued to gamble, and when the money was gone, he borrowed from high-interest lenders, eventually accumulating a huge debt that also implicated his daughter, Kexin. The hooligans harassing her now had come to collect the debt.
"And who are you, kid? Is this any of your business?"
The blond-haired thug glared viciously at Ning Fan. The men behind him surrounded them at this moment.
Kexin was stunned, her expression of astonishment gradually stabilizing. Seeing a familiar face, she finally felt a bit of consolation.
"Ning Fan..." she whispered his name in a tone tinged with surprise.
Seeing that Kexin knew Ning Fan, and since Ning Fan had disrupted their plans, the thugs were not looking kindly upon him.
