"Still not dragging him out for me."
Fang Zhixin glared with wide eyes and shouted at the people below.
The crowd, with a flurry of hands, either pulled or lifted Fang Huan out, almost carrying him directly away.
Who couldn't see that things weren't going in the direction they had imagined.
It suggested that the police in front of them were not to be trifled with.
Maybe their boss had run into a tough nut.
Fang Huan, in a drunken stupor, didn't care, and when someone tugged at him, he couldn't suppress the fire in his heart.
Especially when he passed by Qi Yuqing and saw her disdainfully stepping back!
Even Sui Lulu, who had been extremely attentive to him earlier, was covering her nose and retreating.
He had never been treated with such disdain.
His young master's temper erupted uncontrollably.
