Zhou Maozhu's defense was drowned out by the crowd, and at this moment, Song Sancheng finally picked up a brick, looking for the right moment.
"Snap."
With a crisp sound, everyone instantly quieted down.
Song Dafang felt something was wrong, suddenly turned his head, and saw his car window smashed to pieces again!
"Are you crazy?!" He glared at Song Sancheng.
But saw this honest-looking middle-aged man also blushing: "Just smash it! What, if you dare to come next time, I'll smash it again!"
"Song Dafang, I'm telling you, calling you brother is giving you respect!"
"Last time you talked about my Tantan, this time you're insulting my Qiaoqiao... I should've smashed your head before you even stepped in the door!"
He was panting heavily, the pressure of arguing was clearly much greater than using a brick.
But amazingly, Song Dafang backed down all of a sudden.
Even Mao Li squeezed behind him in an instant, quietly tugging his arm.
Song Sancheng was also nervous at heart.
