Zheng Datong hung up the phone, his expression filled with delight!
However, the venomous glare in his eyes grew even more intense.
Especially feeling the intense pain on his shoulder, he wished Ye Qing could just come and kill Zhang Fan right now.
Heh, Ye Qing, the eldest young master of the Ye Family.
Such an identity is truly intimidating.
Isn't it just being good at fighting?
In today's society, it's not about having physical strength and beating a few people that makes you impressive.
It's about having money and status.
Especially seeing Zhang Fan and his group laughing and chatting, the hatred on his face became even more apparent.
Fatty Liu stood aside, feeling deeply uneasy.
"Boss Zheng, why don't we head to the hospital first?"
Seeing Zheng Datong's pale face, forehead full of cold sweat, and body shaking, he sneaked a glance at Zhang Fan's side, wanting to run away immediately.
When gods fight, mortals suffer!
