Qin Feng not only did not leave, but also spoke with teasing words.
Of course, he wasn't just talking; he really would have to do it in a bit.
Song Feiying had ordered someone to hit him, so why not trash his house to bits!
No sooner had Qin Feng's words fallen than Shen Bao threw a sudden heavy punch, aiming it straight at his face.
If that punch had connected, Qin Feng's face would have turned into a pig's head, with several teeth knocked out.
However, Qin Feng did not dodge.
He casually picked up a blue and white porcelain vase, which looked like an antique.
"Clang!"
Shen Bao's heavy punch landed firmly on the blue and white porcelain vase, smashing it to pieces.
Pieces of the porcelain scattered with a clatter, littering the floor.
This made Song Feiying stomp his foot in anger.
