Tian Heng clenched his fist tightly, and his fingernails pressed into his palm.
He was exasperated.
"Why?"
"I, Tian Heng, trained martial arts for decades and fought for decades to achieve what I have today."
"This pretty boy was like a useless brat two days ago who could be trounced."
"Yet now, he could come up and slap my face."
"Just because he's good-looking?"
Therefore, Tian Heng had the impulse to crush Shen Lang's face almost 100 times every minute.
However, he could not do that!
Therefore, Tian Heng said, "Tian Thirteen dared to offend Mr. Shen? How dare him; when he returns, I will break his legs!"
Shen Lang frowned. "He's not in?"
"Yes, he's not in." Tian Heng smiled. "Last night, we sent him to Bailing City, and he will only return in a month or two."
"Hehe!"
How could things be so coincidental? Shen Lang did not believe it at all.
