She was in the posture of someone ready to fight, and Ye Wan didn't even care that her phone stand for the live stream had been knocked over.
So, almost simultaneously, the fans had to flip their phones around.
Those watching on computers had to crane their necks at an unbelievable angle.
Then, they all shrank back at the thunderous roar coming from the earphones and speakers!
"Let go!"
Ye Wan pushed open the glass door and looked at the blond thug tugging a girl on the steps, "I fucking told you to let go, did you hear me?"
"What the fuck does it have to do with you!"
Black short sleeves, ripped jeans, and tattoos covering the skin on his neck and arms.
The young man with dyed blond hair gave Ye Wan a sideways glare, "A little couple's tiff, haven't you seen one before?"
"No, no... I, I don't know... know him!"
The clearly drunk girl struggled desperately to escape the blond man's grip, her breath hot, her words nearly too fragmented to form complete sentences.
Smack!