"Xiaoxue, who is this person?"
Without saying anything, Little Tyrant extended his right hand and pointed at Lin Chen standing before her, his eyes blazing with anger.
"Can't you see now? He's my boyfriend. Stop pestering me from now on."
If an ordinary person were struck like this, they would surely back down, but Little Tyrant's thick skin left everyone astounded.
It's said that he once withstood a bomb blast with his face.
"Xiaoxue, I hope you think it over clearly. Where did this guy come from? Can you tell me?" Little Tyrant clenched his fists, his body burning with fury.
Because, in Little Tyrant's eyes, Nangong Xue was simply slapping him in the face.
Little Tyrant had never failed in pursuing anyone; many women had fawned over him, wishing to be the one by his side.
He originally thought pursuing Nangong Xue was a sure thing, but he faced repeated setbacks. Now, Nangong Xue was turning a blind eye to him and found herself with a poor guy like this.
