The resort staff rushed over quickly and pulled Zheng Xin's lackeys out one by one.
The whole group was full of surprise. The ice was at least a meter thick—even cars could drive on it. Who would've thought it would suddenly crack like that?
Qin Feng didn't bother kicking them while they were down. Instead, he swapped out his ice skates with Shen Jiaqi and left.
Wrapped in a blanket, Zheng Xin stared at their backs, gritting his teeth and cursing, "Bastard, you got the guts to leave your name?"
Qin Feng and Shen Jiaqi ignored him, making it clear they didn't take him seriously at all.
"You just wait! I'll remember this!"
Zheng Xin's eyes turned red. He'd never been humiliated like this before. His head was so full of blood he almost fainted.
After night had fallen, Shen Jiaqi drove with Qin Feng, already back to the city.
