"Ha!"
Qi Shaobin watched Li Feng's retreating figure with a sneer, reaching out to pull open his collar, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
"If you can walk out of Sihai Mountain Villa alive, I'll take your last name."
"What the hell are you up to, Qi Shaobin!"
Yun Qi turned his head to look at the sneering Qi Shaobin, who yanked his hand away, "Yun Qi, what the hell does this have to do with you? I just heard you call him 'bro.' Did I hear wrong, or did a donkey kick your head?"
"Qi Shaobin, if you can't speak properly, then shut your trap. I'm telling you very clearly, you've really messed with the wrong guy."
Qi Shaobin snorted at everything disdainfully.
"It wasn't me who messed with the wrong person; it was him who messed with me."
Yun Qi, not wanting to waste his breath, said, "Well, we'll just wait and see. There'll come a time when you'll cry."
