Xu Haohao looked at Xuan Ting suspiciously. What was he saying?
Seeing Chen Tianyu walk out of the coffee shop, one hand in his pocket, he looked at the two with disdain and said, "Xu Haohao, we used to meet often, didn't think after a few years you'd turn out like this? Sure enough, without a mom, it's easy to lose control."
Anger exploded in Xu Haohao's eyes, and she immediately wanted to hit Chen Tianyu, but Xuan Ting reached out, his right index and ring fingers catching the corner of her jacket.
The seemingly light movement actually felt as if thousands of pounds were tugging at her jacket, making her unable to move.
Xuan Ting grinned and said, "Ten meters."
Ten meters?
Chen Tianyu crossed his arms, looked suspiciously at Xuan Ting and said, "What are you saying, pretty boy, about ten meters?"
"Five meters."
Suddenly, a group of people emerged from nowhere, each holding a machete, charging straight at Chen Tianyu.
Woc——!
