Moreover, whether it was in his youth or now, it seemed that no one dared to provoke him. Where he stood, he was like a stabilizer, absolutely commanding the atmosphere.
So every time Qin Xiang went out to fight, he would bring Fu Jinghen along. He didn't need to lift a finger; he just needed to show his presence.
But Fu Jinghen often ended up cleaning up the mess.
Wen Qiao had anticipated this response because she couldn't imagine what it would look like if Fu Jinghen were to hit someone.
She blinked, "A free martial arts show for you, don't make a sound later."
When Fu Jinghen saw the cunning flash in her eyes, he guessed that she definitely had some mischievous plan in mind.
While Wen Qiao was looking for a place to put her phone, Fu Jinghen opened Feng Li's WeChat.
[Fu Jinghen: Send some security guards from Yingcheng Hotel to stand by on the 6th floor.]
