"Young Master Wen, what's going on?"
Seeing the uneasy look on Wen Zheyang's face, the crowd members glanced at each other, their laughter gradually subsiding. Mr. Wang Sr. even hurried to his feet, not forgetting to give Lin Fan a fierce glare.
"It's nothing. He... he's talking nonsense. I don't understand a word!" Wen Zheyang's cheeks were burning.
Naturally, he didn't dare publicize such a shameful incident and could only grit his teeth and suppress the rage in his heart.
Humph, so what if you saw it with your own eyes, Lin Fan? As long as you don't have evidence, I can just deny it forever!
"Really? Because I seem to recall you being stripped naked by Da Binzi and forced to streak through the streets for several laps," Lin Fan said, his strange gaze sweeping up and down Wen Zheyang. His eyes finally settled on the man's crotch. "If I'm not mistaken, you have a red birthmark the size of a pigeon's egg on your left butt cheek."
