"Who asked for your help?" Su Cheng slapped away Nan Qing's hand with such force that her hand immediately turned red.
"What kind of man are you?" Suddenly, someone grabbed Su Cheng and threw him forcefully onto the sofa; it was Wang Yixuan, pointing at Su Cheng, he said, "If you like Fu Han, go win her back. She's neither engaged nor married yet. But why are you taking out your anger on Nan Qing here?"
Struggling to his feet with hands and feet, Su Cheng pushed against Wang Yixuan's shoulder, "And what kind of man are you? Flirting with every woman you see, you're scum, you know that?"
Nan Qing saw Wang Yixuan's face darken completely, she hurriedly stopped him, "He's drunk, don't stoop to his level. I apologize on his behalf."
Wang Yixuan's fist had already been lifted, but upon hearing this, he took a deep look at Nan Qing and ultimately lowered his fist, "I'll let you off just this once."
