"Boss!"
Just as Lin Fan was still leaning over the balcony, curiously looking down, Da Xiaoshuang also walked onto the neighboring balcony.
Because of the partition in between, they couldn't see Zhu Yuting, who was still forcefully licking him below.
"Shh, grab some popcorn!"
Lin Fan gestured for silence, and the three of them continued to watch the scene below the balcony.
At this moment, a man and a woman were surrounded by a dozen men, all holding clubs, tattooed arms, each looking fierce and evil—definitely not good people.
"Why don't you run? I want to see where you can run this time!"
Heizi, who had come to cause trouble at the teahouse that afternoon, walked in with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and a cold smirk, splitting the crowd: "Song Lipeng, you must have grown a spine, daring to report us with your real name online. Do you find it amusing?"
Heizi disdainfully looked at Song Lipeng, whose head was bloody, his arrogance irritating to behold.
