A glimmer of coldness flashed in Ye Qingfeng's eyes as he stared at Nie Xiu, already harboring murderous intent in his heart.
Mere ants; he really didn't want to bother, but such people insisted on seeking death.
The scuffle here had long attracted the attention of many people, and Zhao Zhiruo's classmates had already rushed over, watching the scene in shock.
Caesar was Yanjing's top entertainment venue, a place they considered absolutely high-end, where people were untouchable and not to be offended.
"They're actually fighting? Zhao Zhiruo's boyfriend, isn't he just some punk from somewhere?" Cui Ling's follower, Li Hua, said to the side.
Once she said this, everyone found it somewhat reasonable; without a job, wasn't he just a hooligan?
"People at Caesar are all young gentlemen from rich families, with noble status. How could they be easily hit? This man is in big trouble now," Cui Ling said softly.
Other girls nodded in agreement with Cui Ling's view.
