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"Miss Wen."
A somewhat sullen voice sounded:
"What's wrong?"
"If someone is bullying you, you can tell me, Old Hu. Here in Mai Lun, no one can take advantage of Miss Wen in front of me."
Fang Zheng turned around and looked at the newcomer.
This Old Hu had a strong build with extremely exaggerated muscle lines. The oversized sleeveless vest that looked loose on others appeared like tight clothing on him.
Fang Zheng's gaze was not friendly.
However, compared to the other's enthusiastic protection, Wen Lei was clearly indifferent, subconsciously frowning, and turned to fiddle with the equipment:
"It's none of your business."
"None of my business." Old Hu chuckled, not caring, and shifted his gaze to Fang Zheng:
"Pretty boy, are you the one who made Miss Wen cry?"
Pretty boy?
Fang Zheng touched his cheek, surprisingly not too angry, but rather feeling some sentiment.
Damn...
