"Yo, Yu Bao'er?"
It was clear that the youth saw Yu Bao'er.
He was wearing a leather jacket, and there was an indecorous vibe about him. He looked like a gangster deserving of a beating.
His bald head stung Yu Bao'er's eyes a little…
The other party spoke in a hooligan-ish manner as he sat down at the table right opposite to Yu Bao'er's. He even pulled the stool closer, completely ignoring Huo Yingcheng who was seated next to Yu Bao'er.
Huo Yingcheng narrowed his eyes and looked over. Such young gangsters were nothing to him. But looking at the other party, he couldn't immediately figure out what his intention was.
If he was looking for trouble, things were going to get interesting today.
Yu Bao'er set down her chopsticks and drank her soup. "Fan Jiang, it's been a long time."
You're still as despicable as you used to be!
