"Xiao Fan, what are you doing?"
As Qin Fan's behavior grew more erratic, Ji Yi felt a sudden, inexplicable panic.
"Don't worry, nothing major will happen," Qin Fan said, his smile gone. Though his tone had softened considerably, Ji Yi was unsettled to see that the cold fury hadn't faded from his face.
Originally, she had just wanted to teach the Mercedes driver a lesson. But now the man's head was bleeding and he'd pissed his pants in fear. Was Qin Fan still not done with him?
It was a good thing those hedonistic scions from Beijing weren't here. Otherwise, they would have met Ji Yi's thoughts with a long, knowing laugh.
Let him off? Wei Shihao ended up in the ICU just for being disrespectful—for calling someone a "stinking bitch" without knowing the situation. A bleeding head is barely a start.
