"Hmm?" Liu Chengjun turned his head, his face unable to contain the anger, and said, "Kid, what do you think you're doing?"
"I wasn't talking to you, piss off!" Zhou Heng brushed his hand carelessly, as if he were shooing away a fly. He looked at "Sister Qing" and asked, "Are you still going to go with him?"
"Fuck your ancestors!" Liu Chengjun was nearly driven to madness. He was blatantly ignored, and this damn kid was even trying to steal his woman. How could he not be furious?
"Filthy mouth!" Zhou Heng's figure sprang forward, executing the Swift Cloud Radiant Step. His speed even surpassed Liu Chengjun's reflexes, and with a slap, his hand connected squarely with Liu Chengjun's face.
Liu Chengjun let out a wail, his mouth agape as he immediately spat out four or five bloodied teeth, his handsome face swelling up.
