Ye Qingcheng could not help but roll her eyes. "You should go to the ophthalmology department!"
With that said, she was about to leave.
The man reached out to grab Ye Qingcheng's wrist, but the next second, someone grabbed it first.
The man looked up at the man holding his arm. He looked gentle and handsome, with a scholarly and refined aura.
He looked like a weakling that did not know how to fight.
"L-Let go. Do you know who I am?" The man had clearly drunk too much and spoke loudly.
"No matter who you are, you can't touch her." Compared to the man's roughness, Luo Zhou's expression and tone were much calmer and indifferent.
It seemed like she did not care about the man at all.
"I'm Brother Biao. I'm in charge of this street. If you offend me, you'll suffer!"
The man wanted to shake off Luo Zhou's arm, but he could not.
He looked thin but was strong.
"Brother Biao, what happened?" Several more men walked over.
