Chen Wenli glanced sideways, giving Huang Xiaolong a mocking look, "Kid, who might you be?" Then his gaze fell on Feng'er beside Huang Xiaolong, "Is this your maid? Not bad-looking, lend her to me for two days, and I'll return her to you after two days!" His eyes fixated on Feng'er's ample chest.
However, as soon as his voice fell, a figure flashed, and Feng'er slapped him on the left cheek, sending him flying, blood spurting from his mouth, teeth scattering all over.
"You!" Chen Wenli looked at Feng'er, both shocked and angry. He hadn't anticipated Feng'er's strength to be so formidable; was she an Ancestor God High Stage?
"Young Master Chen!" The crowd following Chen Wenli startled and hurried to his side.
"Zheng Guowen, you'd better give me an explanation!" Chen Wenli pushed the crowd aside, crawled up awkwardly, and shouted, eyes filled with murderous intent as he looked at Huang Xiaolong.
