The girl named Qingqing had a loud voice, and by her grand demeanor, she seemed to come from a notable background, very assertive.
Sun Xueyou was pulling her at the side, saying, "Qingqing, don't act like this. This gentleman was just kindly helping me. How can you be so rude?"
"What help? I think he's just trying to sow discord between us. Hmph, he's up to no good!" the girl said excitedly.
Pang Feng didn't pay any attention to her, lying back in the chair with his eyes closed, resting.
"What are you pretending for? Sister Qingqing is talking to you. Are you asking for a beating, kid?" a young dandy in the crowd shouted at Pang Feng. Clearly, he and the girl called Qingqing were together.
Pang Feng opened his eyes and gave the young man a cold stare.
The young man suddenly felt a chill in his heart, as if he had instantly fallen into an ice cellar, his body stiffening. It felt almost like an illusion, too terrifying.