Xiang Yuanming was so angry that he cursed: "Ye Fan, are you crazy? Do you actually dare to beat Mr. Zheng?"
At this time, Ye Fan's mouth sneered and said lightly: "I not only hit him, but I also hit you!"
Finished!
Ye Fan kicked without warning and kicked him.
"Ouch--"
Xiang Yuanming was kicked and flew out like a hungry dog, then hit a piece of tempered glass heavily.
"Bang--"
A dull sound, Xiang Yuanming's "Iron Head Kung Fu" directly smashed the tempered glass.
Sharp glass fragments scratched his body on the spot.
Soon, the blood from the wound dyed his clothes red.
Xiang Yuanming was lying on the ground, moaning in pain.
"dad!"
When Xiang Xinyu saw this, she was so scared that she asked with great concern.
"It's you now!" Ye Fan smiled coldly and said playfully.
As a result, his words scared Xiang Xinyu to the point of crying. Xiang Xinyu had seen Ye Fan's skills in the parking lot before. If he did it to him, wouldn't he be beaten like a pig's head.
Very ugly?
So, Xiang Xinyu stared at Ye Fan in fear and said nervously: "What do you...what do you want to do? I...I'm a woman! If you dare to touch me, I
I apologize for you!”
At this time, Ye Fan smiled disdainfully and said coldly: "Improvement? You don't even look at what kind of person you look like! Only those with a ill brain will molest you!"
Finished!
Ye Fan slapped him on the spot without saying a word.
"ah--"
Xiang Xinyu screamed, and then he was slapped by Ye Fan for several meters.
"Little Rain!"
After seeing this, Xiang Yuanming felt so distressed that he forgot that he was also injured.
"Woooooooooooooooooo! Dad, he beat me so much!"
Xiang Xinyu covered her face with a grievance and pointed at Ye Fan with a sad face.
At this time, Xiang Yuanming was so angry that he cursed: "Ye Fan, you are dead today. You not only hurt Young Master Zheng, but also hurt my daughter. I won't kill you today! I will take your surname!"
"Haha! You don't deserve the surname Ye!"
Ye Fan snorted coldly, then stepped forward and made up his kick.
"Ouch--"
Xiang Yuanming was in pain and let out a wailing sound like a pig slaughtering again, because his palm was trampled by Ye Fan, so painful that he even tears fell out of his eyes.
"Ye Fan! Don't bully people too much!"
At this time, Zheng Shaohe climbed up from his body with difficulty and cursed with a gloomy face.
His grand eldest son of the Zheng family was kicked away. If this matter spreads, how can he be faced with his face? How can the Zheng family be faced with his face?
"It's too much to bully people? Haha! I want to see what's going on with bullying people!"
Finished!
Ye Fan walked to Zheng Shaohe, and the chill emanated from his body was as suffocating as if thousands of troops were approaching the shore.
As a result, Zheng Shaohe was so scared that he was a little scared.
"Ye Fan! What do you...what do you want to do?" Zheng Shaohe stepped back with a nervous look on his face, but after he took a few steps, he found that he had retreated to the corner of the wall and had no way to retreat.
Ye Fan's eyes shrank inadvertently, and a sharp light flashed by, "Mr. Zheng! Didn't you say I'm bullying too much? Today! I'll let you see what I bullying too much!