Qin Xuming threw away his briefcase, unbuttoned his suit jacket, took off his tie, and threw it aside.
Her red eyes were filled with intense hatred. Her heaving chest was filled with hatred towards Feng Yunan for snatching her away.
Feng Yunan lifted his chin and stared coldly at Qin Xuming. He let go of Qiao Ruoxi, slowly took off his windbreaker and threw it to her.
Qiao Ruoxi caught his shirt and was a little anxious. Were they really going to fight?
Feng Yunan had already unbuttoned his diamond cufflinks and pulled on his tie. "Bring it on!"
"Qin Xuming, Feng Yunan, are you guys crazy?"
Qiao Ruoxi wanted to stop these two crazy men. They were already so old, yet they were still fighting like teenagers. She saw no point in that.
"Little Xi, stand further away. Don't get hurt!"
As Qin Xuming said this, the wind from his fist was already blowing towards Feng Yunan's face.