Zhang Wenqing turned his head to look at Chen Ziyang, seeking his opinion.
Chen Ziyang was still lounging on the sofa with his legs crossed, smiling at Xiaofeng.
"You've been cursing at me for over ten minutes, I remember it all!"
"What the fuck? Dare to curse Ziyang?"
Hearing this, Zhang Wenqing became enraged again, grabbed Xiaofeng by the collar, and started swinging left and right, slapping him more than twenty times.
Xiaofeng's face was beaten until it was bruised and swollen, unrecognizable from its original appearance.
"I'm s-sorry..."
Xiaofeng started crying with a grimace, "I really recognize my mistake now..."
"Brother Qing, take him away, take a few photos to keep on hand."
Chen Ziyang noticed that Chu Yao had turned white with fright, and he lost interest in tormenting Xiaofeng.
If it hadn't been for her presence, Chen Ziyang would definitely have taught him a lesson, showing him the dangers of society.
"Alright, got it."
