"For a man to actually hit a woman, it's truly disgraceful for men!"
Lu Shaoyuan raised his hand, firmly grasping Chen Zhifei's wrist, stopping the slap just ten centimeters from Luo Li's face.
"Who are you! What the hell does this have to do with you!"
Chen Zhifei struggled to shake off his hand, but couldn't. His wrist was painfully gripped by Lu Shaoyuan, and he angrily shouted, "I'm disciplining my own woman, what's it got to do with you?"
"Your woman?"
Lu Shaoyuan looked at him, mockingly said, "If I didn't hear wrong just now, you said you wanted to break up peacefully with her!"
He turned to glance at Hu Yanxi, sarcastically saying, "And it seems you've already chosen to be with this woman who reeks of fox odor! Tsk tsk, brother, I really worry about your taste!"
"You!..."
Hu Yanxi was infuriated, being humiliated like this by Lu Shaoyuan. She tugged Chen Zhifei's arm, shouting, "Zhifei, he actually said that about me! Aren't you going to hit him already!"
