"What do you care? He's just stronger than you, so stop harassing me. I'll never like you." After saying that, Su Qingcheng grabbed Ning Fan and headed back to her room.
"Stop right there!"
Unable to tolerate such humiliation, Zheng Tianlu let out a fierce roar, and immediately, dozens of bodyguards streamed in from outside, surrounding Ning Fan and Su Qingcheng.
The onlookers, upon seeing this, all scattered backward in fear, worried about being caught in the crossfire.
"Zheng Tianlu, what on earth do you want to do?" Su Qingcheng's face turned frosty as she shouted sternly.
Zheng Tianlu's face was equally dark as he gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you say this kid is in good shape? I want to see how many punches he can take! Hit him!"
The bodyguards, without a word, charged directly at Ning Fan.
The fastest one lunged forward, aiming a punch at Ning Fan's face.