"You... you dare hit me!"
Zhao Long glared at Chen Nan, his eyes burning with anger. He couldn't understand why Chen Nan would hit him without even discussing any conditions. Could it be that he was also a rich second generation who didn't care about money?
Chen Nan grabbed his hair and dragged him forward, pulling the squatting Zhao Long to the ground, and said, "What's wrong with me hitting you? With such poor sportsmanship, I'm disciplining you on behalf of your dad. Be good and crawl through, or I'll beat you till you're searching for your teeth all over the ground."
"I'll fight you!"
Zhao Long pushed himself off the ground with both hands and swung a fist at Chen Nan.
Chen Nan didn't dodge, slapping down again, sending Zhao Long crashing to the ground, clutching his face in pain: "You... you dare hit me again, I won't let you get away with this!"
At this point, Cheng Bingbing, seeing things were bad, quickly shouted, "What are you doing, stop it!"
