"Young Master, this kid seems a bit dangerous,"
one of Li Xiaoji's bodyguards immediately warned him.
At the same time, the two of them stepped in front of Li Xiaoji, blocking Yang Fei.
Yang Fei pulled out a chair and sat down. He removed the burned-out cigarette butt from the corner of his mouth and, looking up at Li Xiaoji, said, "It was you who verbally harassed and insulted my sister first, and then she hit you, right?"
Li Xiaoji, confident and unafraid, said with a smile, "Yes, I've taken a liking to your sister. She is very pure, very special. I'm most fond of this kind of young girl."
"Then this will be easy to handle," Yang Fei nodded, looked at Li Xiaoji, and said, "Since the fault is yours, you should apologize."
Li Xiaoji was taken aback upon hearing this and thought he had heard wrong. Seeing the serious expression on Yang Fei's face, he couldn't help but burst into laughter, growing more and more exaggerated, "Hahaha, did I... Did I hear wrong? What did he say?"
