"You... you hit me? You know I'm Song San's woman, yet you dare to hit me?"
Han Bingxue glared at Lin Fei, furious beyond measure.
"Slap!"
Lin Fei slapped Han Bingxue across the face once more, her cheek immediately swelling with five distinct finger marks.
"Heh, Song San, right? What the hell is a Song San? You motherfucker, stop using Song San to threaten me. If Song San were here, I'd beat the crap out of him too!"
Lin Fei rubbed his hands and pointed at Han Bingxue, scolding her.
Han Bingxue had been completely overwhelmed by Lin Fei's fierce and domineering attitude, not daring to utter another word.
Although she thought Song San was very badass, he wasn't here right now; without Song San to deal with Lin Fei, all she could do was submit to him.
Zhao Tianlong and He Dabin were both in a very bad mood.
They had thought Han Bingxue could easily handle Lin Fei.
