"Master, let me pour Young Master Ding's drink!"
Seeing the situation.
Tan Lang wanted to offer some words of comfort.
In his view, Ding Chen was still too young.
Now that he had suffered humiliation, he could return to Mingzhu City.
Utilize the power of the family, then come back for revenge.
Why the need for such a confrontation?
"Can't you mind your own business?"
Ye Qingfeng lifted his foot.
With a snap.
Directly stepping on Tan Lang's hand.
The hand that Tan Lang had prepared to help Ding Chen pour a drink with.
Was instantly crushed.
And it was the arm with a wolf's head tattoo on it.
Hiss!
Although Tan Lang's face twitched.
He endured without making a sound.
This actually made Ye Qingfeng regard him a bit more highly.
"Do you really want a death match with our Ding Family?"
Subjected to such humiliation by Ye Qingfeng, Ding Chen clenched his fists.
Angrily questioning him.
This way, Ding Chen felt extremely humiliated.
