72 Young Master Zhang Wants to be a Little Bro

"Qingfeng Li, let's go."

Seeing Qiang Hu's miserable look, Wanqiu Xia's facial expression changed. Holding Qingfeng Li's hand, she hurriedly left the cafe.

She knew that Qiang Hu's father was the vice president of the company and was extremely protective of his son. Qingfeng Li was only an ordinary sales department staff. He'll be screwed if he offended the vice president.

"You f**king bitch, and loser! I won't forgive you." Seeing the two departing, Qiang Hu stood up with difficulty. Wiping the blood on the corner of his mouth he said viciously.

"Sister Xia, why are you pulling me to run?" Qingfeng Li frowned and asked, puzzled.

"You called me sister Xia, so I'll call you Qingfeng. Qingfeng, do you know who Qiang Hu is?" Wanqiu Xia's beautiful brows knitted and she worriedly asked.

"Yeah. He's the head of the security department,"