"Are you alright?"
After hesitating for a long time, Lin Fan finally extended his hand towards Gu Qingcheng, intending to help her up.
Gu Qingcheng looked at Lin Fan, her charming eyes filled with complex emotions, but in the end, she didn't let Lin Fan help her. Instead, she slowly stood up by herself!
Seeing this, Lin Fan's mouth twitched slightly, and he inwardly smiled bitterly.
Meanwhile, seeing his son disabled by Lin Fan, Bazat's face was instantly filled with murderous intent as he hissed, "Tyrant, do you really want to make an enemy of me?"
"An enemy? Are you even worthy?" Lin Fan shook his head indifferently, not taking Bazat seriously at all.
What a slap in the face! A blatant slap in the face!
No matter how you say it, Bazat is a famous figure in Paris. How could he endure such an insult? He angrily shouted, "Good! Very good! Tyrant, from today on, I, Bazat, will not rest until you are dead!"
