Chapter 7: The Arrogant Young Man

  Lan Qing suddenly realized that this large group of people seemed to be rushing towards him, so he simply didn't leave and stood still, waiting for the crowd to come over.

  Half a minute later, these twenty or thirty people all arrived in front of Lan Qingyu, the tall and sturdy boy at the lead stretched out his hand to grab onto Lan Qingyu's shoulder.

  Lan Qing furrowed her brow and dodged away.

  "You stinky little brat! What are you hiding from? You've got a lot of nerve, daring to steal something from our Deputy Leader!" Seeing that he had grabbed nothing but air, he angrily shouted at Lan Qingyu.

  "Who robbed you?" Lan Qing asked back in confusion, she had just arrived at Moon Creek the day before, and she didn't recall having any contact with anyone from Moon Creek beforehand.

  "Hey! You stinky brat, the thing is right on your shoulder, and you still dare to quibble! Brothers, let's go, beat him up!" Blue Qingruo's puzzled expression fell into his eyes and immediately turned into pretending to be stupid. He swung his hand at once, wanting to hit Blue Qingruo.

  Lan Qing didn't even have time to see what was on her shoulder before she had to deal with these annoying people. She grabbed the fist that was swinging at her, took a step forward, and kicked him to the ground, where he lay in pain, unable to get up.

  Taking advantage of everyone's temporary fright and daze, Lan Qingyu suddenly tore off something from her left shoulder.

  "Brooch?" Lan Qing suddenly remembered the mysterious boy in black who had stroked his hair with his hand before leaving.

  Revenge her in this way? Lan Qingyu suddenly felt a bit ridiculous, having just lost her composure due to his actions.

  When she lifted her head again, the guys who were originally surrounding her and wanting to beat her up had all dispersed, and the person standing in front of her was someone else.

  Lan Qing glanced at the person in front of him, his dyed red hair was extremely arrogant, a yellow jacket was casually tied around his waist, and several black letters were written on the white jacket. A light blue "tattered" cowboy pants, looking at his appearance was extremely domineering.

  Her gaze moved from his clothes to his face.

  Lan Qing was stunned, how could it be that such a boisterous person actually had such a delicate face, with skin as white and tender as jade, and eyes that sparkled like water. It was just his arrogant expression that made one dare not compliment him.