Fang Ting coldly looked at Li Feng. Although she didn't think much of Ma Rulong, who, after all, was a big, burly man with a face full of coarse flesh, just like a big baboon, Ma Rulong was indeed pretty fierce, and it was said that he was also an amateur boxing expert.
As for the earlier verbal altercation about being Ma Rulong's girlfriend, Fang Ting didn't take it to heart. Dating wasn't the same as marriage; if necessary, she could just spend a few days with him and find a reason to break up. It wasn't a big deal.
What mattered to her right now was seeing Li Feng unlucky.
One minute.
No, she couldn't stand it for even a second.
"For such a shrew, is it worth it?"
Li Feng looked at Ma Rulong, who had been made into a scapegoat. Although this Fang Ting was quite beautiful and her figure was hot, her temper was really terrible.
"Who are you calling a shrew!"
Fang Ting couldn't stand it at all. Li Feng was simply flirting with death, actually daring to call her a shrew.
