Jin Bingbing's originally hopeless face suddenly lit up with the glow of hope.
"Lin Chen!" Jin Bingbing shouted excitedly.
Since this man had arrived, she no longer had anything to worry about.
Because Lin Chen was her everything, her support, as long as Lin Chen was there, she feared nothing, even if the sky were to fall, this man could hold it up for her.
Noticing the change on Jin Bingbing's face, the short-legged tiger frowned and turned to look at Lin Chen at the doorway.
Lin Chen's attire was ordinary, but no matter his looks or demeanor, he was clearly superior in every way.
Especially the disdainful look in Lin Chen's eyes, which made the short-legged tiger extremely angry and displeased.
He hated this feeling, hated the feeling of being ignored by others.
"Kid, you must be Lin Chen, come here to die, aren't you?"
However, Lin Chen did not respond to him, instead, he went to the side of an injured martial artist from Star City.
