Not far away, Fu Bin had just finished socializing and came out of the hotel when he saw this scene. He originally thought about helping, but before he could take action, Jiang Dachuan had already dealt with the drunken man.
Fu Bin leisurely took out a pack of cigarettes, pulled one out and held it in his mouth, lit it, his body leaning against the roadside pole, white smoke spilling from his mouth corners, and with one hand in his pocket, he took out his phone to start recording.
Over on this side, Han Xi watched the man flee in a panic and sighed in relief. When she carefully looked at Jiang Dachuan, she realized he was the person who saved her at the club last time.
"It's you, thank you for saving me again."
Jiang Dachuan solemnly nodded.
Thinking that this person had saved her twice, yet Han Xi didn't even know his name. She casually asked, "How should I address you?"
"Jiang Dachuan."
