Han Lie tilted his head and casually ordered, "Tell them to scram."
Fang Yuan immediately trotted off to handle it.
Han Lie didn't pay any attention to how it was specifically dealt with. He calmly swiped the card, not even glancing back.
Just a small matter.
But it was precisely this nonchalance and audacious arrogance that once again upgraded Han Lie's scoundrel aura—both rotten and domineering, coupled with that casual demeanor, perhaps one could call him a scoundrel overlord...
Standing very close, Fang Fang glanced at Han Lie in astonishment. Even though she was thoroughly ignored, she suddenly felt his allure.
From the side, the lines of Han Lie's face seemed sculpted, with every detail filled with presence.
He might be a bad guy, but he was definitely captivatingly bad.
The rebellious girl nicknamed Dou Dou suddenly swallowed, feeling her throat dry and a fire burning inside.
A girl's thoughts change as swiftly as the clouds in the sky and the wind in the mountains.
