All the times they'd gotten physical were out of fun.
But this time, Mo Yesi hit him out of anger.
He'd punched his closest buddy for the sake of that woman he'd married while barely knowing her.
Gong Zeli cupped his swollen eye and slowly looked up.
He looked at Mo Yesi with anger and disappointment, and then shifted his gaze to Qiao Mianmian and smiled.
A cold and sinister smile. "Mo Yesi, you did this to your buddy for this woman?"
Mo Yesi looked at him calmly. "Whatever you did wasn't something a buddy of mine would do."
"So, you're saying you don't see me as a buddy anymore? You want to sever ties with me?" Gong Zeli asked through clenched teeth.
"This is your choice." Mo Yesi seemed unfazed. "It's a warning this time. If this happens again, it won't be settled so simply."
Gong Zeli had a look of disbelief. "Our ten-odd years of friendship mean nothing to you?"
