"Haha."
"We really are destined to meet, aren't we? I didn't expect to run into you here."
Lin Xiaofeng didn't know when he left the soccer field, but now he was up in the stands. Accompanying him were several of his teammates—each tall and burly, shirtless, with tattoos, looking more like street thugs than players.
Clearly, these guys were here to back Lin Xiaofeng up. Otherwise, Lin Xiaofeng alone might not have dared to face Xiao Zheng.
Upon hearing this, before Xiao Zheng could reply, Chu Xiaoran spoke with a displeased expression, "Lin Xiaofeng, what do you want this time? Did the beating you got the other day not knock some sense into you?"
Upon hearing her words, Lin Xiaofeng couldn't help but touch his aching chest before sneering, "It would've been fine if you didn't bring up the past, but now that you did, I'm upset!"
