You Can't Compete in Looks or Strength Brother!

"Li Fei, you're wrong to say that," Meng Xin said.

"We did indeed follow you, but look at us now. We've been chased out in less than five minutes. We've all been embarrassed, yet you still have the nerve to take credit?"

"Only the two of us are qualified to sit in Young Master Lin's passenger seat. You should take a taxi."

"Why me?!"

Li Fei raised her voice, "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have had the chance to get to know Young Master Lin. I'm telling you two, don't fight with me. Get lost!"

"You damn b*tch, who are you scolding?!"

"I'm scolding you, you little b*itch! How dare you fight with me for the passenger seat of Young Master Lin's car? Don't you know what you're doing?!"

"How dare you scold me? I'll teach you a lesson!"

The three women started fighting, kicking, and punching each other as they tore each other's clothes and scratched each other's faces. The situation quickly got out of control.

Lin Yi, "???"