Li Ruyan's face suddenly turned icy cold; Wang Biao's words had hit her bottom line.
Lin Fei could feel her grip on his hand tightening.
Wang Biao ridiculed him, and Lin Fei could dismiss it, but he couldn't just stand by when Wang Biao was mocking and humiliating Li Ruyan.
Lin Fei smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Wang, thank you for your kind reminder, but Ruyan is my girlfriend, so don't waste your time, she won't like you."
As soon as Lin Fei finished speaking, the man with sharp eyes and a black mole on the corner of his mouth, who had been standing behind Wang Biao, immediately stepped forward and said coldly to Lin Fei, "Kid, what did you just say?"
It looked like he intended to teach Lin Fei a lesson.
Lin Fei showed no fear on his face and said, "I said my girlfriend won't like your master."
"You're courting death!" The man with the mole spat out the words and was about to attack Lin Fei.
"Wang Chao, stop." At that moment, Wang Biao called out to the man with the mole.
