"Arguing with someone? Why did my elder brother quarrel with the person all of a sudden? Who is the person who argued with my elder brother?" Zhao Youlin's expression darkened as she cast a sharp glance across the people and asked in a cold tone.
Nie Yunfan scratched his cheek awkwardly. Under Zhao Youlin's aggressive stare, he pointed at a figure behind Zhao Youlin's back.
Zhao Youlin creased her eyebrows. Mu Tingfeng and she turned their heads around and looked in the direction where Nie Yunfan had pointed, only to see a few black-clad, big-sized bodyguards clutching an angry man and walking toward them.
