To her, Qiao Xi was like a float in water, a source of sustenance in a desert; Nan Zhi seized this chance for survival.
The man's face changed immediately, as he turned to look at Shen Dang, who had been silent all along, simply serving as Qiao Xi's backdrop.
With a somewhat hollow voice, he said, "President Shen, we are people from Xu Kang, Young Master Xu. This woman has offended Young Master Xu. Please don't make it difficult for us underlings, alright?"
Shen Dang scoffed with a voice that was casual and cold, "I don't care who Xu Kang is. My wife needs people now; just go tell Xu Kang that!"
His handsome face was devoid of any emotion.
The parking lot lighting was not very bright, making his face appear both handsome and sinister, and one not to be crossed.
Shen Dang hadn't even considered those men worthy of his attention; the disdain in his eyes was clear and even showed a hint of impatience.
