"Fuck! I've been wondering why you managed to dodge my moves, turns out you've already got a sweetheart!"
Liang Fei was still reveling in the amorous moment just now, but Lin Zhiyong didn't give him the chance. Pointing at Liang Fei, he cursed loudly, "Fine, I'll kill this pretty boy first, then I'll fuck you up, you stinky bitch."
As Lin Zhiyong spoke, he swayed unsteadily and threw a punch at Liang Fei.
The moment this brat stormed in cursing at Han Xueying, Liang Fei felt an urge to beat the shit out of him. But seeing all the security around, he didn't think it was worth lifting a finger.
Little did he expect that this guy actually had some backing, and the security guards didn't dare to touch him, so Liang Fei reluctantly decided to teach him a painful lesson.
Lin Zhiyong had indeed drunk a lot; he was tottering about, let alone throwing punches!