A man and a woman hurriedly approached Yang Fan and Huo Xiaorou, and the gentleman asked very courteously: "Sir, may I ask what is the matter?"
This guy is actually pretending to be confused.
Yang Fan looked at him expressionlessly and asked, "What do you think I want from you?"
"Sir, about that, I'm really not sure. If you have some private matters, we shouldn't ask, right?" The male manager even nudged Yang Fan, as if he understood perfectly.
Yang Fan was left speechless. What does he mean private matters are not to be asked?
"Fine, you think it has nothing to do with you, then let it be. Later you can talk to the police and wait for the court summons," Yang Fan said angrily, "You bastards let several people in who tried to kill me for no reason, surrounded by your people, and you didn't react at all. What's going on? Are you covering for the assassins?"
Finally, the male manager's face showed a slight change, "Sir, isn't this a conflict between you two?"
