Dealing with these three blond punks was a breeze for Qin Tian.
Therefore, Qin Tian wasn't afraid that these blind fools would harm Murong Fei.
What he was most curious about now was Murong Fei's performance.
Would she be afraid and beg for mercy?
Would she ask me for help?
Always calm and composed, how would she handle being harassed by these punks? Rejecting someone hitting on you is one thing, but can you handle hoodlums clinging to you?
Leaning against the wall, Qin Tian stayed motionless, his gaze fixed on the scene in the square.
"Scram!"
Murong Fei shouted the word again, her tone filled with anger.
Qin Tian, seeing what was happening and yet not coming to help, was so detestable!
She pursed her lips, glanced again at Qin Tian, and then held her head high.
"Oh, you're showing some temper? Sweetheart, don't you understand the situation? Come with us." The tall blond laughed coldly, and reaching out his hand, he directly tried to grab Murong Fei's arm.