Lin Zhaofeng offered a word of comfort before turning his head to look at Lin Bei, the corners of his mouth laden with a mocking expression, as palpable as if real.
Lin Bei's eyes iced over, and he swung his fist smashing into Lin Zhaofeng.
"Ouch, that really hurts."
Lin Zhaofeng clutched his struck cheek, crying out in pain.
Zhang Yixin exploded, angrily cursing, "Lin Bei, stop it right now and get the hell out of here."
"Then you'd better take care of yourself, beware of being sold and even help to count the money. Not everyone will be as sincere to you as I was."
Lin Bei couldn't be bothered with further words, and after speaking, he left.
He knew, there was no place for him in Zhang Yixin's heart anymore, no amount of words would change that.
Only after Lin Bei and Wei Yanyan left did Lin Zhaofeng lower his hand, but the pain on his face continued unabated.
"Who on earth is he, why is he so hot-tempered?"
