Chen Zheng's expression showed a slight stiff: "Alright, how about we go for hot pot."
This is Han Xi's favorite.
"Okay."
The two of them walked out of the office together and got into the elevator. When they went to fetch the car in the underground parking lot, a group of men dressed in black suddenly rushed over. Each of them was burly, with stern faces that showed no expression, looking somewhat fierce.
Chen Zheng frowned and shielded Han Xi behind him: "What do you want?"
"It's none of your business, we only want this woman," one of the men spoke in a gruff voice.
"If you want to mess with my wife, you'd better ask my fists first."
Behind them, Jiang Dachuan looked sharply at these people, his clenched fists crackling.
The men turned around, their lips curling into contemptuous smiles: "Alright, then, let's try."
