Sang Qiao and Si Chenli easily dealt with the group that wanted to come up and snatch their food.
Sang Nanfeng struggled to help them so much that his wig fell off on the ground, an incident that confused everyone in Si No.11's group who had fallen over.
Especially the one being held around the waist by Sang Nanfeng, he doubted himself in his tone, "Did I make your hair fall off with my actions?"
Sang Nanfeng quickly scrambled to put his wig back on his head, his face darkened, "Shut up!"
"LMAO hahahaha, can hair be blown away by anger?"
"Holy crap, No. 9 and No. 19 are so cool, they seem like martial artists with such good moves."
"To be fair, No. 11's group is really not cool, how could they do something like snatching food from another group."
