Zhao Guodong was just about to go up and hit someone. He couldn't stand this kind of anger, especially when he clearly knew the truth of the matter, yet Fu Lei, this pretty boy, was still blatantly turning black into white. Zhao Guodong didn't feel pain when he was hit in his life, but he just couldn't bear the anger.
"Pretty boy, yes, I'm the one who hit you. I'm going to continue hitting you now. Let's see what you can do to me." He raised his fist and aimed it at Fu Lei's face.
Fu Lei slightly furrowed his brow but didn't dodge, remaining gentle, "Zhao Guodong, don't be impulsive. I know you mean well for Ye Ling, but you're really misunderstanding."
