"Since you recognize me, why don't you scram?"
Wu Miaomiao chewed her gum while rolling her eyes at Commander Jiang.
"Young Master, I even returned the speakers and steel pipe! I won't dare to mess around again!" Turning her head, she scurried over to Lin Fan's side and, without hesitation, clung tightly to his arm, swaying back and forth coquettishly.
My goodness! What in the world is happening now?
The crowd, who had been secretly intimidated by Wu Miaomiao's reputation, could only stare, dumbfounded. Mr. Han Sr. and his companions were even more shocked, gaping at each other.
The woman who could scare Commander Jiang into submission must have a significant background. But why is she acting as meek as a kitten in front of Lin Fan?
Facing the dozens of bewildered and confused gazes, Commander Jiang's face burned with embarrassment, his mind reeling with shock and doubt.
