Little Tiger silently looked at Lin Beichen's skinny figure, a cold sneer passing over his lips.
"You worthless trash, what do you have to compete with me?"
"Lin Beichen, Little Tiger has already lost the challenge. Why are you still standing here?"
Jin Chuchu looked at Lin Beichen smugly, her face full of gloating.
"If you don't have the guts, just say so. I promise not to force you. But from now on, you are no longer allowed to bother Ah-Xiang. Even if Ah-Xiang invites you, you cannot go out with her. Otherwise, every time I see you, I'll have someone beat you up!"
"Jin Chuchu, why are you wasting so many words with him? Just let me punch him to death immediately!"
Little Tiger excitedly pounded his chest, his massive pectoral muscles vibrating, resembling a gorilla.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, almost falling to the ground.
"Damn it, who dares to sneak attack me?"
