Feng Ling clearly sensed the murderous intent in the man's gaze. Even if he recognized that this was Qiao Fei…
"Qiao Fei! Quickly let go!" Feng Ling rushed to push him away. "Hurry and let go…"
"Feng Ling, I…" Before Qiao Fei could finish speaking, his back tensed. The man who had abruptly approached had reached out and hauled him away. Qiao Fei lifted his head blearily and immediately received a harsh punch to his face. He staggered backwards and fell against Bentley.
As Qiao Fei's back slammed against the car door, he finally sobered up a little. He lifted his head and immediately met Li Nanheng's blazing, enraged gaze.
"Boss." It had been too late for Feng Ling to stop his first punch. When she saw that he was about to throw another blow, she rushed to reach out and stop him.
However, Li Nanheng expressionlessly pushed her hand aside.