And at this moment, Long Haotian leaned close to Luo Chen and whispered, "Brother, you are really brave, daring to confront Miss Ling Yue. However, it seems she wasn't bothered; instead, she admires your courage."
"You want to die!" Tank roared angrily, clenching his fist the size of a sand pot, about to swing it at Luo Chen. However, his action was stopped by the woman next to him.
"Tank, step back, don't be rude to him," the woman said softly, her voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable authority.
Tank was taken aback, obviously not expecting the woman to say this. He widened his eyes, looking at the woman's calm face, and finally grunted, unwillingly stepping back.
The woman turned to Luo Chen, smiling faintly, and said, "Young sir from afar, I am Carefree Meng Lan. Just now, Tank spoke rudely out of urgency. If he offended you, please be forgiving."
