Quiet!
Dead silence!
Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at Young Master Qian, who had flown out, feeling somewhat short-circuited in their brains!
Young Master Qian, had been hit?
"Fuck! Who dared to hit him?"
Young Master Qian had indeed been hit. He was thrown five or six meters away, and his left cheek swelled up rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, the handsome face turned into a big pig's head.
No one knew where the gold-rimmed glasses had flown off to!
"Who...who the hell has the audacity to hit me?"
Young Master Qian angrily got up from the ground, covering his face, resembling a pig's head, and began to roar hysterically.
Poor him, he had been hit, yet he had no idea who had done it!
Tragic!
By then, the other wealthy sons had come to their senses and quickly gathered around Young Master Qian, offering him comfort while angrily staring at the people present.
"Who?"
"Who exactly hit Young Master Qian?"
"Come out motherfucker!"
"I'll kill the bastard!"
