Hearing that voice, Song Wanqing's beautiful eyes lit up and she immediately looked towards the source of the voice.
I saw a tall figure standing seven or eight meters away. He looked a little childish and looked like he was under twenty, but he secretly revealed a powerful aura.
"Xiaofan!"
After seeing his appearance clearly, Song Wanqing couldn't help but exclaimed, but there was an unreal feeling in her heart, as if she was in a dream.
She never expected that she would meet the sweetheart she had longed for under such circumstances.
On the other side, Ye Fan was also shocked, wondering how Song Wanqing could appear here.
At this time, the young man who grabbed Song Wanqing's collar glared at Ye Fan fiercely and threatened: "You bastard, stop meddling in your own business and get out of here! Otherwise, you will be left with nothing to eat!"
With that said, he forcefully pulled Song Wanqing inside.
Seeing this scene, although Ye Fan didn't know what happened, he also saw that Song Wanqing was in danger.
The next moment, Ye Fan's eyes were like a sword cutting through thorns, piercing straight towards the young master, and said coldly: "If you don't want to die, let go of Wanqing immediately!"
Ye Fan's voice contained irresistible will and was domineering.
"You brat, who do you think you are? How dare you follow like this -"
In the middle of the sentence, the young man's voice suddenly stopped, as if there was a fish bone stuck in his throat, and he could no longer say a word.
The next moment, his face was pale and bloodless, his hairs stood up, his vest was completely soaked with cold sweat, his body trembled involuntarily, and the hand that grabbed Song Wanqing's collar loosened.
For some reason, the inconspicuous Ye Fan in front of him brought an unprecedented pressure to him. It was as if a big hand was holding his heart hard, almost suffocating him.
He even had the illusion that Ye Fan in front of him could take away his life with just one thought.
"Ants!"
Ye Fan said calmly, and then restrained his momentum.
Immediately, the young master felt his chest relax, but his face still showed a look of shock, as if he had just walked through the gate of hell.
Song Wanqing, who escaped from the trap, immediately rushed to Ye Fan's side. She was surprised and happy, stretched out her delicate hands to grab the corner of his clothes, and asked with great excitement: "Xiao Fan, is it really you?"
"Of course! Wanqing, what trouble did you encounter?" Ye Fan asked.
Song Wanqing heard the words and was about to speak, when there was a rush of footsteps behind her.
Xi Manqing, Cao Minghui and other young masters finally arrived.
"No! Xiaofan, run!" Song Wanqing took Ye Fan's hand and wanted to rush to the door.
Unexpectedly, at this time, more than 20 security guards rushed in from outside the club and blocked the door. This was obviously ordered by Xi Manqing on the phone.
"Hmph! How can it be so easy to run away?"
Xi Manqing sneered and walked ahead. He glared at Song Wanqing fiercely and gritted his teeth and said: "You little bitch, how dare you splash my red wine. You are so desperate that I will make you shed some layers of your skin today!"
Upon hearing this threat, Song Wanqing's face turned pale and her delicate body trembled.
Seeing this, Ye Fan patted her shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Wanqing, don't worry! As long as I'm here, no one can lay a finger on you!"
Although Ye Fan's voice was silent, it had a convincing power that made Song Wanqing feel a strong sense of security, as if as long as she was by Ye Fan's side, she would not be afraid even if the sky fell.
"Boy, you want a hero to save a beauty, but you don't even think about your strength? There are so many of us, and one spit from each of us can drown you!" Xi Manqing said coldly.
"Miss Xi, this guy is very evil. He has something weird about him. He might be a practicing master!" The young master who was scared away by Ye Fan said tremblingly.
"oh?"
When Xi Manqing heard this, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Ye Fan carefully.
After a while, she realized something was wrong.
Although Ye Fan was dressed in ordinary clothes, he secretly revealed the aura of a superior person, and he was definitely not an ordinary person!
For a moment, Xi Manqing was a little unsure of Ye Fan's identity, and for fear of kicking the iron plate, she said: "I am Xi Manqing, the eldest daughter of the Xi family. I advise you not to be an enemy of our Xi family!"
She thought that by reporting her family status, she thought that this would scare Ye Fan away and make him a threat to him.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, Ye Fan shook his head and said coldly: "What nonsense, the Xi family has never heard of it!"
Hearing this, Xi Manqing felt like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He immediately became furious and said, "My grandfather is the head of the Chinese Ministry of Finance! You have never heard of the Xi family. You are so ignorant!"
"Tch! How dare you show off your identity? It's really half a bottle of water!" Ye Fan said disdainfully.
"What a loud tone! Boy, who are you and which family are you from?" Xi Manqing said angrily.
"You don't deserve to know my identity!"
Ye Fan's tone was calm and uncomplicated, as if he was explaining something that was natural and logical, and he didn't take the Xi family into consideration at all.
The more this is the case, the more infuriating it is.
"What about me? My dad is the president of Hua Xia Bank!"
At this time, Cao Minghui stood up.
He knew that at this time, he had to stand with Xi Manqing, otherwise, the marriage between Xi and Cao's family might be ruined.
More importantly, when he saw how affectionate Song Wanqing was to Ye Fan, he became jealous and extremely angry, and he inevitably wanted to take this opportunity to kill Ye Fan's majesty.
"Still not worthy!"
Ye Fan looked at Cao Minghui and said coldly.
After hearing this, many young masters in the venue looked at Ye Fan with a bit of strange look in their eyes.
In their view, the Xi and Cao families are a powerful combination. The combination of the top leader of the Ministry of Finance and the president of Hua Xia Bank almost controls the entire financial circle.
Among the younger generation in Yanjing, there are not many top young men and women who can surpass these two companies, but they are also very few. There is only one person like Ye Fan!
At this time, another person took a step forward, glared at Ye Fan and said: "My dad is a director of HSBC Bank, what about me?"
"Not worthy!" Ye Fan said coldly.
"My dad is the director of the National Development and Reform Commission, what about me?"
"Not worthy!"
"My dad is the president of Wang Group, what about me?"
"Still not worthy!"
At the end, Ye Fan glanced at the entire audience and said solemnly: "All of you put together are not worthy of knowing my identity!"
…
As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunder that exploded in the venue.
Xi Manqing, Cao Minghui, and many young masters had incredible expressions on their faces, as if they were hearing hallucinations and couldn't believe their ears.
mad!
So crazy!
They never expected that Ye Fan would dare to speak arrogantly and make wild remarks.
I don’t know how long it took, but Xi Manqing came to his senses first and cursed loudly: "You brat, I thought you had some identity and background before, but now it seems that you are just a delusional lunatic!"
"That's right! This bragging is too exaggerated!" Others echoed.
"Does this tmd think of himself as the grandson of Chief No. 1?"
Faced with the cynicism of everyone, Ye Fan remained calm and expressionless, and then said something earth-shattering:
"A frog in a well cannot talk to the sea, and a summer insect cannot talk to the ice! How can ants like you know how powerful I am? Not only you, but even your father is not worthy of knowing my identity!"
"presumptuous!"
"Be bold!"
"court death!"
When the young men heard this, they were all very angry and clenched their fists, as if they were going to rush over and beat Ye Fan violently at the next moment.
At this moment, a burst of laughter came from inside the club: "Ah ha ha ha... I haven't seen such a crazy guy for a long time! Boy, you look down on them, what about me?"
Hearing this voice, everyone in the venue turned their heads, and a man in his mid-twenties came out.
Looking from a distance, one can see that he has a majestic appearance, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, piercing eyes, a straight bridge of nose, sharp features, and a spring-like face. On his left wrist is a priceless Patek Philippe antique watch, which reveals his extraordinary taste.
He moved with unparalleled nobility, even better than Xi Manqing.
Compared with him, the other young masters are virtually shorter.
After seeing his appearance clearly, Cao Minghui, who had been so arrogant just now, immediately nodded and bowed, and greeted in an unusually respectful voice:
