All the thugs were subdued, and the victory of the two men once again drew a crowd, with everyone applauding and cheering.
"Well done! Thugs who bully others like this deserve a lesson!"
"So what if his brother is President Zou? They've been throwing their weight around at the mall for too long. I've been sick of them for ages!"
"Mr. Gu and Second Young Master Xi are so cool…"
Xi Nanfeng kicked the two thugs in front of him, sending them crashing into Zou Kai, who was sprawled on the ground.
The group groaned in pain, looking utterly pathetic.
He turned his head and saw Qin Sixue staring at him with red-rimmed eyes, the crimson handprint on half her face yet to fade.
A wave of pain washed over Xi Nanfeng's heart. He raised his hand with uncharacteristic tenderness, gently touching Qin Sixue's red and swollen cheek. In a low, angry growl, he asked, "Which bastard hit you?"
