Ye Fuchen had never expected Chen Feng to dare talk to him like that.
After he reacted, Ye Fuchen turned around to attack the Fuyao Group's building, such behavior was utterly insane.
Chen Feng did not hesitate to act, instantly appeared in front of Ye Fuchen, and threw a punch at him.
This punch, Chen Feng delivered in anger, and it was immensely powerful.
Bang.
Ye Fuchen was sent flying back more than ten meters, grunting.
"You dare to lay a hand on me?"
Ye Fuchen was both shocked and angry.
"Go to hell."
Chen Feng clenched his fist and charged again, without a hint of hesitation.
Ye Fuchen's face went extremely sour as he started to fight back against Chen Feng.
Both were holding back somewhat, directing their mana at each other without affecting the surroundings, lest they cause a calamity beyond measure.
"Ye Fuchen, if Qingqing knew you, her father, intended to harm her, what do you think she would feel? Have you fucking thought about her feelings?"
