Fuyou's eyes flashed with surprise, and his feet involuntarily stepped forward, only to be blocked by Han Yongsheng who stood before him.
"My fellow, I don't know what hold you have over her that frightened her so, but I advise you not to provoke her anymore," Han Yongsheng said.
Fuyou scoffed coldly. He had not expected the young wildcat to have so many protectors, the Chu family's eldest son being one, and the man before him another. His face bore a malicious smirk. What would happen if he told this man what he knew?
"There is indeed a hold. Would you like to hear it?"
Han Yongsheng glared at Fuyou angrily. No wonder Xiangxiang was so terrified; this man revealed his sinister nature in just a few words. "No need," he replied. "If she wishes to tell me, she will do so herself. I don't need your information, farewell."
After speaking, Han Yongsheng also rushed out of Dongfeng Restaurant, eager to chase after Xiangxiang.
