"At this point, I can only tell the truth; Cousin, we're not suitable for each other!" Leng Ruobing was icy cold at the moment, looking indifferently at Song Xiaoji, unable to muster any feelings.
"And he is suitable?" Song Xiaoji pointed at Xiao Zheng, his face full of defiance.
Xiao Zheng, however, had his arms crossed and laughed coldly, "Little Chick, you haven't figured out the situation even now? Ruobing is mine!"
"You're not suitable either!"
"At least I'm more suitable than you!"
"You..." Song Xiaoji was beside himself with rage, with fingers pinched, he gritted his teeth and said, "You four, what are you staring at? Dilly dallying like women, beat him up!"
I'm cutting the grass, we look like women?
At least we are more manly than you are, but, taking people's money to ward off disasters for them is only fair and square.
Four bodyguards glared, letting out a roar, and charged at Xiao Zheng with fists and kicks.
