Don't let Di Mingjue's business persona fool you, his physical prowess, wow, is by no means weak.
But of course, Di Mingchen was allowing himself to be overpowered.
After a good beating, the Third Grandpa Di finally felt a bit relieved and graciously decided to spare Di Mingchen.
Di Mingchen felt so wronged. Where did the idea of just jumping into a fight without saying a word come from?!
Could it be that the Third picked him as the outlet for his pent-up frustrations? Damn it!
Di Mingchen gasped for breath, covering his face. "No more, no more! We had an agreement – no hitting in the face!"
Damn, the Third was really serious. Those blows, they really packed a punch!
Di Mingjue tossed him a bottle of water, his face still as emotionless and cold as ever. "You can leave now."
Di Mingchen: "..."
Darn it, Di Mingchen felt so mad he could spit blood. Why was he so stupid, willingly serving as a punching bag?
