Liu Mengjie gritted her teeth and said decisively, "That's right, I am someone who despises the poor and loves the rich. I like Lin Fan, not you, because he's richer, younger, and more handsome than you. What do you have to compare with him?"
Sun Liang's face turned ashen, but his self-esteem was strong. Even near death, he wanted to grab a handful of sand: "I'm not as young, not as handsome, not as rich, but at least I'm stronger. I can protect you from bad guys. Can he?"
He hadn't finished speaking.
"It's him!"
Suddenly, a voice came, and a shirtless man, leading a group of people, charged towards them.
It was the drunkard who had previously harassed the singing girl in the square!
The drunkard was kicked over by Lin Fan, spoiling his plans, and he held a grudge. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, so he gathered a group of people to seek revenge on Lin Fan.
Seeing this scene, Sun Liang was startled and exclaimed, "What's going on?"
