"Slap." Another slap, but this time it was Xiao Han who delivered it. His gaze was icy as he stared at the woman's face, then with a swift kick, he sent her flying.
There was an uproar among the crowd. No one expected Xiao Han to hit a woman. This kind of behavior was utterly unmanly.
Xu Yong's face darkened even more. He looked at Xiao Han with contempt and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Zhou Xueyan, to think you chose such a man, a coward who only knows how to hit women, you must be blind. It's not too late to regret your decision now. This boss here will give you everything that you want."
"I do want something, but not from him," Zhou Xueyan glanced at Xiao Han.
Xu Yong's expression turned grim, and he sneered, "Are you refusing the toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit?" He was angry. He had been confident that Zhou Xueyan would agree, but to his surprise, she had become so stubborn and was completely ignoring him.
