He Xing's already unattractive complexion turned paler, his lips tightened, but his response remained the same, "How is Fu Han doing?"
Su Cheng saw that his words were ignored, fury ignited within him as he burst from his seat, throwing a punch at He Xing: "Are you even listening to me? Who matters more to you, Xia Ning or Fu Han?"
"Have you lost your mind?" He Xing suppressed his rage, raising his arm to block Su Cheng's hand, his eyes without warmth as he stared at him: "I don't need to explain Fu Han's importance to me to any of you. I am only concerned about Fu Han's condition."
"Concerned about her?" Su Cheng's anger was inexhaustible as he swung another punch at He Xing: "If it weren't for you, how could Fu Han have been hurt time and again? Are you blind? Can't you see what Xia Ning has been doing to Fu Han?"
He Xing had already raised his arm, and with a slight adjustment, he could easily have blocked Su Cheng's punch.
