Wang Jinrong's face instantly swelled up, and he staggered backward, falling to the ground with a thud.
Because Huang Xiaolong moved so fast, the spectators nearby didn't see clearly what happened. All they saw was Wang Jinrong falling to the ground with a face full of blood.
"Young Master Wang! Are you alright?" The BMW drivers rushed to help him up, all hands on deck.
"This farmer hit me with a rock! DAMN IT! Farmer! You remember this, you dare to hit Wang Jinrong! Are you courting death! I swear! I want you dead! I'm going to kill you!" Wang Jinrong cursed while cleaning the blood off his face with a tissue handed to him by one of the drivers. He glared at the retreating figures of Huang Xiaolong and Chu Tingting, rage burning in his heart, completely consumed by his fury.
Huh... He actually thought that Huang Xiaolong hit him with a stone!
Huang Xiaolong opened the car door for Chu Tingting and let her sit in the passenger seat.
He started the car.
