"Getting angry makes wrinkles, and lashing out at a young girl? What kind of man are you?" Lin Feng pulled Ding Xiaoning behind him and stood in front of Tony.
Seeing more people suddenly appearing, Tony got startled and, like a distressed woman, clutched his chest, "You scared the hell out of me. Who are you to interfere? Who needs a stinking man? It's none of your business, get lost before I start cursing."
Tony, with an effeminate gesture, pointed his pinched fingers at Lin Feng, almost making Lin Feng vomit, a big man acting so womanly.
Even though Lin Feng was internally strong and had a powerful will, he felt if he spoke another word, he might even throw up last night's dinner, so he quickly left with Ding Xiaoning.
As a well-known stylist in the entertainment industry, Tony had never been treated this way. In a fit of rage, he swung his small handbag, aiming it at Lin Feng.
