So Fan Bing secretly vowed to embarrass that poor jerk in front of Su Meimei, and possibly snatch Beauty Su back from Li Fei's clutches—even if Su Meimei disagreed, at least he'd have vented his spleen!
Mr. Fan smirked coldly, "Brother, don't be scared, I won't make it too embarrassing for you. I promise not to break your arm, and if you just admit defeat, I agree to let you off."
"Is that so," Li Fei seemed a bit hesitant, "if that's the case, won't others think I'm bullying you?"
Fan Bing grandly waved his hand, "No worries, just relax. I guarantee with my reputation, no one will dare say you're bullying me."
Li Fei put on a slightly reluctant face, "Well then, since it must be done, who am I to refuse Mr. Fan's face, right? Guess I'll have to offend then!"
"Buddy, no need to be scared. I keep my word, just using half my strength, you can rest assured and give it your all."
