"...…"
Damn, am I now yours?
Lin Zifeng had lost the mood even to cry.
"Do you think just saying he's your boyfriend makes him your boyfriend? Then I say he's my husband, and no one can touch him now!" Mu Yang resolutely stepped forward, grabbed Lin Zifeng's hand, and led him out of the dance floor.
"Strip these two bitches for me!" shouted the bald man below.
"Get lost!"
Su Ni swung her palm and knocked out a thief who had rushed up.
"Courting death!"
Mu Yang, eager to vent her anger, raised the pointy heel of her shoe and stomped on a thief's foot, grinding it hard, causing the thief to howl in agony.
"Clap, clap, clap..."
Su Ni's combat skills were formidable; she quickly charged forward and slapped down two thieves, then grabbed two bottles and started smashing them left and right among the crowd.
The two girls completely used these thieves as their punching bags.
Watching the thieves lying on the ground, clutching their heads and crying, Lin Zifeng shrank his neck.
