Brother Xing and Brother Song were causing a ruckus just now, and only then did Li Shishi get a good look at Brother Xing's true face—a towering man, standing six feet, just as lean as Song Yun.
A scar from the corner of his eye stretched halfway across his face, but it didn't detract from his charm; rather, it added a wild allure, making him, as Song Yun once said to others, truly beautiful, with a face that could even make women feel ashamed, smooth skin, and somewhat long hair that could be dressed in women's clothes and go out to attract clients.
"Today, I've fought two battles in your place, what do you say we do about that?" Song Yun shamelessly smoked Brother Xing's cigarette, sat on his stool, and questioned him.
"You have the nerve to bring that up? You smashed up my shop! You owe me money," Brother Xing felt a wave of helplessness, thinking about what a bastard, a jerk, a scoundrel he was dealing with.
