"Bin Fei, are you all right?" Guan Qingxue asked anxiously.
"He just passed out, he'll wake up in a while!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
He took out a Healing Pill from his pocket and fed it to him.
"Thank you!" Guan Qingxue said.
"Mr. Zhu, what a coincidence! We meet again," Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.
The dandy supporting Guan Wenqiang was none other than Zhu Jiahao, the one who had tried to coerce Wang Mengmeng into signing a servant contract in Nanhua City, the cherished son of the chairman of the Feiniao Entertainment Company.
"Ah! You little beast, it's you!" Zhu Jiahao exclaimed.
Bang!
No sooner had his words landed than Zhang Xiaohao's foot shot up like lightning, kicking him in the face and sending him flying.
Spurt!
A sweet taste in his chest, Zhu Jiahao spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Ah! My son, are you alright?" Just then, a cry of alarm sounded from behind.
A lean middle-aged man rushed forward and helped Zhu Jiahao up from the ground.
