Weak And Easy To Bully

"Get up, are you having fun sitting there?"

Tang Xinrou grabbed An Feiran's collar domineeringly and pulled him away from the women.

"I..."

An Feiran breathed a sigh of relief and stood beside Tang Xinrou obediently. His voice was slightly aggrieved.

"I told them not to sit next to me..."

"How did you say it?" Tang Xinrou glared at him frustratedly.

An Feiran's eyelids drooped, and his dark eyes looked wet. "I just said it..."

He replied calmly. His dark, wispy hair hung in front of his forehead making him look particularly weak and easy to bully.

Tang Xinrou was speechless. She rolled her eyes. "Look at the way you are. Who would they bully if not you?"

"But...

Ever since he was a child, he was personally taught by his mother to respect women, so he grew up with a soft personality. As long as his bottom line wasn't crossed, he barely lost his temper, let alone speak harshly to a woman.