With a bang, Chen Ming's punch landed heavily on Liang Cheng's fat palm, yet it felt as if he had struck a wave, his strength not only vanished without a trace, but instead rebounded back with even greater force!
With a loud crash, Chen Ming flew back and fell heavily onto a nearby wooden shelf. The shelf shattered, and the ceramics displayed above it smashed into pieces.
"Third Brother!" Jasmine couldn't help but exclaim, quickly running forward with a worried expression on her face.
The only ones present whose expressions remained unchanged were Ling Feng and Chen Baizhan!
It was his own son who was knocked away, yet Chen Baizhan still sipped his tea lightly, watching the scene with a nonchalant gaze, as if it had little to do with him.
"Uncle Chen, you're not worried?" Ling Feng asked curiously.
