Zhang Shucheng flew out like a cannonball, knocking over two of his servants behind him in the process. He stuck to the wall facing the door like a painting, slowly sliding down to the ground where he passed out on the spot.
A punch upon opening the door, followed by a kick.
The strength it took to send someone flying—how immense must it be!
Luckily, the Zhang Family was wealthy, and the walls were padded. Otherwise, that single collision would have turned Zhang Shucheng into an idiot.
"Hey, you're really putting some muscle into it. Are you trying to kill the guy?" Bai Xiaosheng frowned and chided Lei Ying while smacking his lips.
"I got a little excited when the door opened," mumbled Lei Ying.
He didn't look the least bit excited; it was an excuse.
In fact, the guy was still clutching a skewer of meat, seemingly unable to finish it but too embarrassed to throw it away...
