Zheng Heng looked at the high heels of Jiang Tan standing in front of him and chuckled, "Are you here to reprimand me?"
"Zheng Heng, is this what you call taking good care of Song Zhaozhao? Is this how you take care of her?" Jiang Tan suddenly grabbed Zheng Heng by the collar, pulling him up from the ground.
Zheng Heng, with his eyes lowered, looking half dead, let Jiang Tan pull him up, without resistance.
He was gloomy, twitched the corner of his mouth, and let out a clear bitter smile, "Yes... I indeed overestimated myself, Jiang Tan. I owe an apology to Zhaozhao, if you're angry, you can hit me."
Jiang Tan's anger seemed ready to ignite. Hearing what Zheng Heng had to say, she didn't hesitate and slapped him directly across the face.
The blow was so powerful that Zheng Heng turned his head, standing there in a daze with blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
