Li Peng and Yang Zhen's painful screams spread throughout the mall, attracting countless people to watch.

"What are you looking at!"

Mr. Zhao roared in anger, the sound shook all directions, and everyone around him dispersed in shock.

"Why!?"

Yang Zhen's tone was full of anger and confusion. At this moment, his arms were abruptly broken by Mr. Qian.

Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. He really couldn't figure out why the two people he invited would kill him.

"We are doing it for your own good..." Mr. Qian explained, "I will explain it to the head of the family after I go back."

"Sir, are you satisfied now?"

Mr. Zhao asked respectfully, and he also disabled Li Peng's hands.

"Hmm..." Wang Lin hummed slightly and spoke slowly, "Next time, I will kill you without mercy!"

"get out!"

"Thank you, sir, for not killing me!" Mr. Zhao and Mr. Qian clasped their fists, bowed and saluted, and then each of them quickly left with one in hand.

Although they broke the arms of Li Peng and Yang Zhen, they could still get them back after going to the hospital. Wang Lin naturally knew this, but he didn't say anything.

Because a truly strong person will not care about an ant!

"Um, Wang Lin, you..."

Yu Xiangxiang was still in shock and wanted to ask, but didn't know how to say it.

"It's okay, let's pay." Wang Lin smiled and said, then took out a card and handed it to the cashier, "Swipe mine."

Hong Lin gave him one million last time, and after paying back the money to Fatty, he didn't use it much.

Therefore, he can still afford this one hundred and fifty-eight thousand yuan.

"It's better to buy mine. You only earn several thousand a month, and it will take you several years to save up to buy this outfit." Yu Xiangxiang said, "And I'm the one who wants to buy the clothes for you. How can I let you pay for it yourself?"

"I don't want to be called a softie!"

Wang Lin's words made Yu Xiangxiang shut up. She naturally knew how lethal the word "eating soft rice" was to men.

After paying the bill, he looked at the time. It was already one o'clock in the afternoon. Yu Xiangxiang suggested: "Let's go have a meal. The dance doesn't start until eight o'clock in the evening."

The two drove to a high-end restaurant, chose a corner to sit down, ordered a few dishes, and waited quietly.

"Wang Lin, when did you learn kung fu?"

Yu Xiangxiang pondered for a long time and finally asked, "Moreover, you dare to hit the Yang family. When the other party comes to visit, even my father will not be able to protect you."

"Don't worry, I will handle this matter myself." Wang Lin said calmly.

If the Yang family really came to visit, he wouldn't mind teaching them a lesson. Of course, Wang Lin would not kill unless absolutely necessary.

"You handle it?"

"How do you handle it?"

"Do you really think you are invincible after learning some kung fu?" Seeing Wang Lin's understatement, Yu Xiangxiang was furious.

"Let's eat."

Wang Lin didn't want to talk anymore. He could also see that Yu Xiangxiang still cared about him, but he was just being tough.

"Qingyi, what's wrong with you? Don't scare mom..."

Wang Lin, who was enjoying his meal, heard a cry and looked up at the other side against the wall.

I saw a lady in her early thirties crying. In her arms, she held a seven or eight-year-old little girl with a pale face, twitching all over, and blood dripping from her mouth and nose.

Seeing this, Wang Lin put down his chopsticks, quickly came to the lady's side, and said softly: "Madam, don't worry, let me take a look."

Hearing Wang Lin's words, the lady raised her head and sobbed: "Are you a doctor?"

"Okay, let me see the child." With just one glance, Wang Lin could tell that the little girl had acute sepsis and was accompanied by pulmonary hemorrhage.
Chapter completed!