Meng Qing saw Chu You and Fang Mingfeng at a glance. The two young men in front of him were bruised and swollen. Their faces were filled with scars, and their robes were stained with gray footprints. Even their usually pampered knuckles were bruised.
Previously, the well-dressed young master was as pathetic as those local hooligans.
Meng Qing couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. His fox-like eyes narrowed mockingly, and he said with a faint smile, "Kang Wang, Crown Prince Fang, the two of you are really in a good mood."
Chu You and Fang Mingfeng suppressed the anger in their hearts and didn't argue with Meng Qing. They asked almost at the same time,
"Where's Rong'er?"
"Where's Rong Rong?"
Their voices overlapped as they took a few steps closer to Meng Qing.
