Now that she had grown up, dealing with a few hooligans really wasn't a problem.
Getting a compliment from Luo Yang naturally made Hong Jiaxin happy.
She glanced at him with a smile, her slightly upturned nostrils seeming to say, "See? Would your sister be afraid of them?"
At this moment, the blonde-haired young man finally caught his breath, but he still carried an air of arrogance.
"Do you know whose shop this is?!" the blonde-haired young man demanded with wide eyes.
"It doesn't matter whose it is, just pay up. You've injured someone and stolen the wood, let's say five thousand yuan," Luo Yang said, exhaling a puff of smoke.
"Want money! Go to hell!..."
Boom!
Before the blonde-haired young man could finish his sentence, his face was hit by the cigarette butt. A clump of ash with glowing embers burst open, quite amusingly like magic.
Though it was just a cigarette butt, it left the blonde-haired young man dazed for a good while.
