"So what?"
Jiang Xinghai gave a half-smile, his gaze fixed on Cheng Jiahao. "I don't care what kind of clan your Cheng Family is. But you'd better take your shifty little eyes off Lingxue and Yanyun, and then get the hell out!"
"What did you just say?!" Cheng Jiahao's eyes narrowed. He thought he must have misheard.
Xue Li, who had been holding his arm the whole time, stared at Jiang Xinghai, dumbfounded. She subconsciously glanced at Shen Lingxue and Su Yanyun. "You... you said my boyfriend has little eyes... and told him to get the hell out?"
"That's right. I said it." Jiang Xinghai stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
Shen Lingxue and Su Yanyun stood on either side of Jiang Xinghai, their arms crossed over their chests.
They had, of course, noticed the lecherous look in Cheng Jiahao's eyes.
"Jiang Xinghai, is it? You're asking for a beating!"
Cheng Jiahao's face contorted with sudden rage, and he swung a fist at Jiang Xinghai.
