947: C947 What Are You Going to Fight with Me for

C947 What Are You Going to Fight with Me for

Lin Fei still did not say anything. He only coldly looked at Song Qingsong, this pretentious character.

"The reason why I've said all these is to tell you that you simply do not have the qualifications to compete with me. Furthermore, you do not have the qualifications to be together with Han Xiuxiu." Song Qingsong's gaze became sharp.

"Maybe!" Lin Fei coldly replied.

Instantly, Song Qingsong was unable to suppress the rage in his heart any longer.

From Lin Fei's attitude, it was obvious that he did not agree with what Tang Zheng had said.

A poor man like Lin Fei actually did not know his own limitations. This was extremely hateful.

"What do you mean maybe?" Song Qingsong's voice was filled with anger.

As he said this, Song Qingsong's expression suddenly changed. He shouted, "Lin Fei, you brat, don't even think about fighting with me over Han Xiuxiu. I am outstanding in every aspect, so what are you fighting with me for?"

The moment Song Qingsong finished his words, Han Xiuxiu ran out of her house with a sweater in her hand.

Seeing this scene, Song Qingsong panicked.

Previously, he was too arrogant in front of Lin Fei.

The Ferrari beside him was not his.

Wait a minute, he was afraid that Han Xiuxiu would come before him, and Lin Fei would expose his lies.

Hence, he turned to Lin Fei and roared in a low voice, "Scram!"

Not only did Lin Fei not scram, he even angrily glared at Song Qingsong.

He then said faintly, "Say your apologies and disappear from my sight."

In his dreams, Song Qingsong didn't expect Lin Fei to say such things.

Soon.

Han Xiuxiu ran in front of Lin Fei and handed him a sweater.

"Lin Fei, why don't you try it out and see if it's suitable?" Han Xiuxiu said with a smile.

From beginning to end, Han Xiuxiu had not even looked at Song Qingsong.

Recently, Song Qingsong had been pursuing her the entire time, but she hadn't even agreed to Song Qingsong's request.

However, Song Qingsong was like a piece of plaster made of dog skin as he tightly entangled her.

Seeing Han Xiuxiu give Lin Fei a woolen sweater, Song Qingsong's eyes almost spouted fire.

"Han Xiuxiu, you rejected me because of that toad, Lin Fei?" Song Qingsong quickly raised his hand and pointed fiercely at Lin Fei's nose as he loudly questioned Han Xiuxiu.

"Song Qingsong, please speak with respect." Han Xiuxiu turned her head and looked fiercely at Song Qingsong as she retorted.

With Han Xiuxiu's words, Song Qingsong was completely certain that Han Xiuxiu had rejected him because of Lin Fei.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at Lin Fei with ice-cold eyes.

"Lin Fei, before I get angry, scram!" Song Qingsong loudly roared.

"Song Qingsong, you must apologize to Lin Fei." Han Xiuxiu's face darkened.

"With a trash like Lin Fei, the only reason I can talk to him is because I think highly of him. I apologize to him, does he dare to accept?"1

Song Qingsong became angrier and angrier. He shifted his gaze to Han Xiuxiu and said in a disdainful manner.

"Song Qingsong, you bastard." Han Xiu was so angry that she cursed directly.

"Han Xiuxiu, you're actually scolding me for a piece of trash?" The flesh on Song Qingsong's face trembled.

Next.

Pow!

Lin Fei slapped Song Qingsong's face.

Instantly, Song Qingsong was dumbstruck. He was like a fool as he stared at Lin Fei.

Even if he was thrown into a frying pan, he could not believe that Lin Fei dared to hit him.

If it weren't for the actual pain that spread throughout his body, he would have thought he was dreaming.

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