Strangely, the atmosphere inside the private room did not ease up, but instead grew tenser.
It seemed that Zhang Zhisheng's words had not had any effect.
Gouye's muscles tightened.
He pushed Niuniu toward a burly man, then stood up, looking at Zhang Zhisheng with a smiling gaze.
Zhang Zhisheng felt creeped out under that stare.
Suddenly, Gouye's expression darkened, and he swung a slap:
"What are you worth, face? Why should I give you face? I'm playing with women, you dare to meddle?"
Zhang Zhisheng was stunned by the slap, his face burning with pain, but he did not dare to look at Gouye.
The students around were also shocked.
Wasn't Zhang Zhisheng acquainted with Gouye? And they were supposed to be quite close, right?
Why did Gouye slap him just like that?
Wasn't Zhang Zhisheng's face big enough? Then who could possibly control Gouye?
Gouye continued to sneer:
