Song Yiyan didn't expect Song Jing to slap her without hesitation. She didn't react in time and gave him the opportunity to hit her.
There was a dangerous look in Ji Xing's eyes and it was obvious that he was murderous. He looked at the man opposite him and as he raised his hand again. He slapped the young lady again so he stepped forward to grab his arm.
Song Jing only felt a heart-wrenching pain from his arm. His eyes were dark, and he was sweating from the pain. He looked at him angrily. "You're the gigolo she raised?"
He had heard from the bodyguard that when he went to find this evil creature that there was a man in her room. Was this the person in front of him?
Ji Xing frowned slightly and glanced at him coldly. "So what if I am and so what if I am not?"
"How dare you!" Song Jing did not expect him to be so ungrateful and dare to be disrespectful to him. "Do you know who I am?"
