Ji Xifeng clenched his fists loudly, and his whole body was full of murderous aura. It was completely different from his usual image of a sunny boy, and almost materialized black mist appeared out of thin air around his body.

Song Yu put down the phone, turned around and saw his expression, and burst into laughter.

"Okay, okay, come on, let it go. It's really a misunderstanding. No one dares to bully me, including Tan Huairong."

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