Looking at the young man emerging from the crowd, there was an uproar among the onlookers.
"Is this kid seeking death? To dare call Vara's young master trash."
"It's over for this kid, he's done for."
Hearing the familiar voice, An Xiaodi was initially stunned, then her face broke out into an expression of ecstatic joy.
"Lin Chen, is it really you?"
Lin Chen smiled lightly, "Of course, it's me. Missed your brother?"
Tears unconsciously welled up in An Xiaodi's eyes, "Bastard, you big bastard, how could I not miss you, I think about you every day."
Lin Chen walked slowly toward An Xiaodi, at which point two bodyguards reached out their hands to block his path.
But as their hands just grabbed Lin Chen's shoulders, they felt pain in their palms.
The two men were actually sent flying back four or five steps.
The shock on the faces of the two bodyguards holding An Xiaodi was evident; they let go of her and lunged at Lin Chen.
"Bang, bang!"