This is the hard-earned money that idols suffered from freezing all night!!!

Cen Feng, who was expressionless at first, was stunned for a moment, looked at the hurried figure squatting on the ground, put the guitar on the ground, ignored the fat man who was still cursing, and walked over.

He had long legs and good ligaments. He bent down and picked up the remaining change. Xu Zhaixing grabbed a handful of change and looked up, hearing him whisper: "Thank you."

Her eyes were a little red, and she didn't know whether it was from the cold or from anger. She stood up suddenly, stuffed the money she had found into his hand, turned around and rushed to the fat man who was still angry.

He opened his mouth and cursed: "What's the matter with you? You just talk, what are you doing with your hands and feet?! Your mother never taught you to respect others, and your elementary school teacher didn't teach you what politeness is? What's wrong with performing arts? Performing arts.

It’s money you earned by your own abilities! I see you’re not young anymore, why are you just older but not more educated?”

The fat man looked at the little girl who appeared out of nowhere in surprise and said unceremoniously: "What does it have to do with me teaching my own company's employees? Get out of my way!"

Xu Zhaixing glared at him angrily, opened his hands, and stood in front of him like a protector. He wanted to fight him desperately: "Employees have no human rights? How can employees be so insulted by you? How come New China

After so many years of establishment, do you still consider yourself a big landowner?!"

The fat man was speechless by this sharp-tongued little girl, and subconsciously reached out to push her: "Get out of my way!"

Before the hand touched Xu Zhaixing, a hand with sharp joints pinched his wrist and broke it hard.

The fat man suddenly inhaled in pain and became furious: "Cen Feng, what are you doing! Let me go! Do you still want to hang out?!"

Xu Zhaixing turned back sharply.

Cen Feng stood behind her, his arm jumped over her shoulder, and pinched the fat man's wrist.

This time he was not polite, because he exerted so much force that even his knuckles turned white, and the veins bulging on the back of his hand were visible.

His expression was still indifferent, but his eyes were sharp, like a sharp knife thrust out from the depths of his dark pupils, with the cruelty to kill a hundred people and destroy three thousand, and to drag the people in front of him to hell.

The fat man seemed frightened by his look and was silent for a moment.

But soon, the look in his eyes faded away, and the anger was nowhere to be found, and he returned to a dead silence, as if everything just now was an illusion.
Chapter completed!