Nylons?
Hearing this, Yu Xiaotong's expression froze. She lowered her head and indeed saw that the stocking on her leg had a run. She immediately roared, "Shameless! Where are you looking?"
Chen Fan chuckled playfully, "Of course, I'm looking at where I should be looking!"
Unable to stand Chen Fan's gaze, Yu Xiaotong let out a clear shout and delivered another sweeping kick.
It had to be said that her movements were very fast. Without eight to ten years of practice, such speed was impossible.
Chen Fan saw this and dodged it nonchalantly.
However, Yu Xiaotong was not willing to give up and continued her attack with unusual ferocity.
Chen Fan said, "You are no match for me. Give it up!"
"Little sister!"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Yu Xiaotong roared.
Chen Fan had no choice but to unleash a palm strike. This palm, descending from above, broke through Yu Xiaotong's defense and struck her shoulder.
With a snap, Yu Xiaotong stumbled back, nearly falling to the ground.
Her shoulder throbbed with a burning pain.
Yu Xiaotong was startled and stared at Chen Fan, "I didn't realize you could fight!"
Chen Fan said, "I already told you, you're no match for me. Let's just drop it, okay?"
Drop it?
Dream on!
Yu Xiaotong steadied her mind and then threw another punch.
This punch was even faster than before, making it dizzying.
But in Chen Fan's eyes, it was nothing more than flashy, useless moves.
Clang!
Chen Fan, without expending any effort, grabbed Yu Xiaotong's fist. A soft sensation surged through him.
"Quite yielding!"
Yu Xiaotong blushed, feeling she was being teased, and flew into a rage, "You scoundrel! How dare you take advantage of me? Are you tired of living?"
However, her fist hitting Chen Fan was no different from hitting cotton.
Yu Xiaotong was extremely frustrated by this, completely astonished that Chen Fan could be so formidable.
"You..."
Chen Fan flipped his palm, and effortlessly, he sent Yu Xiaotong staggering back again.
A burning pain radiated from her shoulder.
"I told you, you're no match for me. Stop!" Chen Fan raised his hand, having no intention of continuing the fight. Although Yu Xiaotong knew a few moves, she was still far from being a true martial artist like him. He added, "If you make another move, don't blame me for being impolite!"
Yu Xiaotong was unwilling and prepared to attack again. At this moment, Li Qingmei, who was in the car, couldn't watch any longer. She rolled down the window and said, "Xiaotong, forget it!"
"You're no match for him!"
Yu Xiaotong clenched her fists and spat fiercely, "Sister, I'm not reconciled!"
"Be obedient!" Li Qingmei's expression also darkened, showing a hint of anger.
Yu Xiaotong had no choice but to obey Li Qingmei, stomping her feet several times in frustration.
"I remember you. You just wait!"
"Leave your name!"
"Chen Fan..." Chen Fan casually mentioned his name, nonchalantly.
Yu Xiaotong shot Chen Fan a look as cold as a knife and returned to the car.
She angrily pounded the steering wheel a few times.
"How can he be so powerful?"
"Even I can't get close to him!"
Yu Xiaotong was furious and extremely dejected, "Chen Fan, you just wait, Miss Ben will make you pay this afternoon!"
"Ahhh..."
Chen Fan?
The name sounded somewhat familiar to Li Qingmei, as if she had heard it somewhere before.
"Xiaotong, what did you say that person's name was just now?"
Li Qingmei asked.
Yu Xiaotong clenched her fists and spat, "It... it seems his name is Chen Fan!"
"What's wrong, sister? Is there a problem? Or do you know him?"