The sudden noise made Lin Fan look over.
He saw a man in his thirties rushing toward him from not far away.
Dressed in designer clothes, several people followed him.
His eyes, at that moment, seemed like they were about to shoot flames.
"Are you fucking deaf? Get your filthy hands off her right now!"
The man, frantic with rage, pointed at Lin Fan.
He looked as if Lin Fan had wronged him severely.
"Are you sick or something?"
Lin Fan frowned as he sized up the man before him.
Speaking with a Beijing accent, it reminded him of the information he reviewed that morning.
It contained this guy's name.
He seemed to be called Xu Shiyong.
As for the people following him, they were also on a business trip from Beijing.
Among them, those of genuine repute, hid a traitor.
"Are you fucking looking to die? Let go of Jiaqi now, or I'll chop off your damned paws,"
Xu Shiyong glared at Lin Fan, hatred in his eyes.
