"Damn, who's that blind bastard?"
Jin Zelin got angry, instinctively tried to shake off the grip, but unexpectedly, that person's hold was so strong that he couldn't break free.
His eyes narrowed as he looked at the owner of the hand, only to see a face that was cool, enchanting, yet incredibly resolute.
"Who are you?"
A pang of pain shot through his wrist. Damn, this person is really strong; are they trying to break my bones?
That grip... it was clearly trained.
But... who is this man, exactly?
Shen Yufeng's deep eyes narrowed as well, his gaze icy. His thin lips parted slightly, emitting three words.
"Her man!"
The chilly voice carried an unmistakable air of dominance.
Jin Zelin was instantly dumbfounded.
Her man?
Who is she?
Besides myself, there's only An Xiaoyu here...
Wait, could it be An Xiaoyu's man?
"Damn, Xiaoyu, when did you get a man? How come I didn't know?"
An Xiaoyu helplessly rubbed her forehead. Are they really going to fight upon meeting?
