Flat-top shouted until he was tired, and Yang Fan had also tired from stepping.
He sat down beside with the steel pliers, and dialed Bai Mengzhu's number.
It was better for her to take care of the aftermath.
Yu Hong Dou either was frightened by Yang Fan's fierceness or by the scene in front of her, looking exactly like a small and helpless quail, her expression anxious and chaotic.
She quietly moved closer to Yang Fan, her dark eyes warily staring at those social youths.
Yang Fan reached out to stop Yu Hong Dou by her slender waist and gave her a comforting look.
Bai Mengzhu's phone connected.
"Hello, Mr. Yang, what's the matter?"
"Your ex-husband has come to tear down my shop, you'd better come here and handle it," Yang Fan said.
"Ah? Okay, don't provoke him, I'll be there shortly," Bai Mengzhu said, suddenly sounding a bit nervous.
Yang Fan hung up the phone and glanced at Flat-top, who was wallowing miserably against the wall.
He hadn't provoked him, had he?
