"Do you think this is useful?"
Ye Qingfeng asked calmly.
For him,
he had seen many people who swayed with the wind.
They say one thing on the surface,
but play tricks behind the scenes.
Although this Zhan Xing, in Ye Qingfeng's eyes, was not even worth an ant,
for Xiaoqing and Sister Mei,
this Zhan Xing was a time bomb.
He might one day use special methods to get the two of them into bed.
If it were other women, Ye Qingfeng wouldn't care.
But Xiaoqing was also acquainted with the Bai Family.
If he could help, Ye Qingfeng wouldn't hesitate.
Moreover, Zhan Xing had just offended Ye Qingfeng.
This kind of trash, inferior to ants, should just be crushed to death.
"I..."
Manager Zhan wanted to say something further.
However, Ye Qingfeng waved his hand.
The wine he had poured earlier for him,
instantly turned into a flame,
falling directly onto Zhan Xing.
Boom!
The alcohol in the wine, empowered by spiritual power, exploded into a ball of fire.
