Watching Lin Yi, step by step, walk toward him.
Ma Anchen panicked and backed away step by step.
"You, what are you trying to do!"
Lin Yi raised his head, grabbed Ma Anchen by the hair, and slammed his head down onto the hood of the car.
"Weren't you going to make me cry and admit I was wrong? Show off your strength, make me cry for you to see."
"Director, Director."
Yue Sijing and Yang Wantong hurriedly ran over, wanting to stop Lin Yi.
Broad daylight, so many people on-site; if Ma Anchen called the cops, this would be hard to explain.
"It's fine, you two don't need to persuade him, nothing will happen." Xiao Bing said.
"Ah?"
"Trust me, this is Hangyo. If I say it's fine, it's fine. You two don't have to worry about it."
Looking at Xiao Bing, then at her Continental GT and that 66A88 plate, it all proved she wasn't bluffing.
"Let fucking go of me!"
"What if I don't?"
Lin Yi increased the pressure. The sharp pain made Ma Anchen yell loudly.
