"Shut up!" Shen Qian's face remained impassive, but the bulging veins on his forehead betrayed his true emotions.
Seeing him seething with anger yet desperately trying to restrain himself, Song Lin couldn't help but laugh. "What's this? Are you upset because I insulted her?"
"Don't let me hear those words again."
Song Lin's hatred surged even more. "Shen Wan is just a..."
Bang!
Before he could finish his sentence, a powerful punch came, accompanied by a gust of wind. "Song Lin, I warned you."
"Heh... hehe..." Song Lin leaned on the wall, propped up by a fire hydrant, his forehead covered by disheveled hair. Only his bloody nose and the smirk on his lips were visible.
"Shen Qian, you're something else." He gave him a thumbs-up. "You're beating me up over a woman?"
"You were asking for it." Shen Qian coldly replied, smoothing out the wrinkles on his sleeve.
