"Young Master!" The young man's body abruptly lurched to the side, and the elder behind him, seeing this scene, felt his face couldn't hang on any longer and prepared to make a move.
However, the young man raised his arm to stop him, "Uncle Lin, don't concern yourself with this matter; I'll handle it myself."
The youth wiped the corner of his lips, widened his eyes in shock; he had not expected that Chen Wei's slap would actually draw blood—no wonder there was a taste of blood in his mouth just now.
"You dare to slap me? And you hit my face? Do you know who I am? Do you know that even my father has never hit me in the face from the time I was small?" The youth glared with eyes as big as bull's, and in a low voice, questioned Chen Wei.
Slap!
Chen Wei backhanded another slap across the young man's face, "If your parents didn't discipline you well, I don't mind helping them fulfill their duty."
