"Tsk! It seems we really are fated!" Ye Fan said with a harmless smile.
Just a moment ago, he was curious about who stood behind Yu Lin, and he hadn't expected that Yu Lin's backer was none other than the real estate tycoon, Yang Shiwei, whom he had just dealt with.
"Fated? I have fucking nothing to do with you!" Yang Shiwei cursed in his heart upon hearing this.
That was something Yang Shiwei could only grumble about to himself; he dared not say it out loud in front of Ye Fan.
He had already experienced Ye Fan's terror firsthand, and if he clashed with Ye Fan again, he couldn't guarantee he would come out alive.
When Yu Lin saw him, he said with a confused face, "Brother Yang, what's going on? Turns out you know each other?"
"Met once, not familiar!" Yang Shiwei said in a stern voice.
At this moment, Yang Shiwei cursed all eighteen generations of Yu Lin's ancestors.