"Passing by? That's quite the coincidence."
Ning Fan gave a cold smile, forcibly pulling Ning Xinlan to his side, his lips curling as he said, "Not only just passing by, but you're also muttering to yourself about dealing with me, and you just happen to know those two foolish students who want to teach me a lesson."
"Don't you think there are too many coincidences? It's excessively coincidental."
Ning Fan squeezed Ning Xinlan's neck, his eyes narrowed as he said, "Do you take me for a fool?"
"Let go... let go of your filthy hands!"
Feeling the warmth of Ning Fan's palm on her neck, Ning Xinlan's heart tightened, and she shouted loudly, "Yes, I do want to deal with you, I called them here. What can you do about it!"
After admitting to this with her neck stiffened, Ning Xinlan became resolute, coldly smiling, "Ning Fan, perhaps you still don't know whom you've offended."
