"Fuck! Damn it! Damn!"
Not far away, Qiao Wenbin was enraged as he watched the two embrace unabashedly, and in a fury, he raised his arm and threw two hard punches at the seat beside him.
After venting his anger, he simply started the car, and with a 180-degree tail flick, the car charged out.
Out of sight, out of mind!
Tomorrow! Just wait until after tomorrow night, Han Yu, I'll see how you won't die!
"Heh, it's really this guy!"
Watching the Lamborghini roaring away, Han Yu's eyes narrowed slightly as he gently patted Lin Qingya's back, already thinking of a strategy in his mind.
It looks like I need to give Qiao Wenbin a good lesson after tomorrow's match!
Otherwise, this guy will keep coming after me endlessly!
Han Yu's embrace was very warm and comfortable; being held by him, Lin Qingya's previously restless heart suddenly calmed down.
After enjoying the warmth of the moment, she reluctantly let go and said, "Yu, can you listen to me and not fight with that guy?"