No one knew better than him what kind of background the person he had invited was. He was definitely not a small-time hooligan who was good at martial arts. He was someone who had seen blood and killed people. Not only was he ruthless, but his fists were also hard.
Even if he was caught off guard, he was able to knock the person down in just a few moves. The other party’s skills were unimaginable.
“Boss Zhou,”Yun Xiangxiang called out again.
Zhou Xifu looked at her blankly. He saw Yun Xiangxiang wink at him, signaling for him to hand his phone over to her.
He subconsciously tightened his grip on his phone. Song Qian walked to him in a few steps and snatched it over. Her palm pressed on Zhou Xifu’s shoulder, she forced him to sit down. “You still don’t have the qualifications to make our young madam look up to you.”
After pushing Zhou Xifu onto the sofa, song Qian brought her phone to Yun Xiangxiang.