Once Yue Feng heard that, he immediately turned around and saw a chubby fatso holding a bottle of mineral water and an ice cream, saying something to the kid!
Other matters could be dismissed, but if someone harassed his kid, Yue Feng certainly couldn't tolerate it. He didn't even bother to greet the referee and made his way quickly to the kid's side in a few strides.
"It's just an ice cream treat, no need for such a big reaction, right?" Zhao Zhe looked at Yue Feng coming over with a bit of an unfriendly expression and his gaze drifting away, his voice also dropped a few decibels.
Yue Feng clenched his fists, his good mood immediately soured. He glanced at the fatso and recognized him from the barbecue, the same guy who had hit on them before, and now was pestering the kid again.
Just as Yue Feng was getting restless, a thick sturdy hand pressed on his shoulder, followed by a figure swiftly stepping forward and with agile hands, slapped Zhao Zhe's chubby face twice with a smack.
