"Ding Hao is my friend. You may not like him, but you'd better not threaten him," said Xie Jieyu, with a pretty face that could be broken by blowing and flicking. Like a thousand-year-ice, she was coldly elegant and decisive.
"I... I..." The mole teenager trembled and was frightened, looking ghastly pale.
"Hum!" Xie Jieyu sneered, raised her hands to withdraw her b****y sword, looked up at the others and said word by word, "Ding Hao is my friend. I invited him to come here. Do you still have any questions?"
All the rest shook their heads.
"It turned out to be Sister Xie's friend. Welcome, welcome, hey hey!"
"Wang Yong, you are too ignorant to threaten Sister Xie's friend."
The mole boy's name was Wang Yong and he was really vulgar. Being rampant and arrogant yet lacking a shrew
