Qiao Wenming smiled gently.
Zou Yanpeng was about to cry from anger.
He turned to look at An Mingji: "Boss, say something fair, there's no bullying like this!"
Meeting Zou Yanpeng's pleading gaze, An Mingji's eyes were confused, his handsome brows slightly raised, "Is there?"
Zou Yanpeng's eyes widened: "You weren't listening to us?"
An Mingji laughed with delight, teasingly said, "I didn't see the third one bullying you."
"Damn!" Zou Yanpeng swore outright.
He looked in disbelief, at the refined and elegant young man in front of him, unexpectedly finding a streak of mischief in him.
Zou Yanpeng sought help from the youngest, Jin Bai: "Xiao Bai, you tell me! Aren't these two well-dressed ruffians bullying me?"
The skinny young man shook his head very sincerely: "What the first and third brother said is true."
Zou Yanpeng, heartbroken, pounded his heart as if he wanted to cough up blood.
