Seeing the figure approaching from the side, Xu Lu's pupils trembled violently. Her face turned pale as wax, as if she had seen a ghost, revealing an unmistakable fear in her eyes.
Chen Nan also noticed the other party, a young man around twenty-five or twenty-six, with a burly figure, followed by four companions.
Without exception, each one was over one meter eighty in height.
"You slut, you've really got some nerve, daring to disappear behind my back!" Wang He, his face full of anger, raised his hand and slapped Xu Lu across the face.
Slap!
The crisp sound of a slap suddenly rang out.
Xu Lu was knocked to the ground by the blow, a bright red handprint vividly imprinting her face, a shocking sight.
"What right do you have to hit someone?" Nie Xiaoyu angrily stood up, not expecting the other party to strike without warning.
"Fuck!" Wang He snarled, his eyes filled with coldness, "I'm warning you, don't fucking meddle in other people's business, or you'll regret it!"
