He said.
Qi Chen grabbed Fu min's fingers and wrapped them in his palm. He pulled her into his arms and rested his chin on the girl's head.
Under everyone's gaze.
Qi Chen bent down slightly and whispered into Fu min's ear. His posture was very low, and his actions and expressions were very careful.
"Youning, you ... Don't you have anything to ask me?"
Qi Chen's eyes hid an undetectable anticipation, but he didn't know what he was expecting.
They were flirting in front of everyone.
Moreover, it was under such a tense situation.
Those martial arts practitioners were also enraged and shouted, ""Qi Chen, you little thief, what do you mean by this? are you looking down on us? If you want to fight, then fight me fair and square, why are you flirting with a woman at such a critical moment?"
Zhe Xing, who was standing beside Qi Chen, was speechless.
He silently lit a candle for this dumbass.
Why did he have to provoke his Lord?
Sure enough.