Liang Zheng was stunned, and the other two didn't react either.
"Dr. Ye, Dr. Ye." Liang Zheng glanced at his fist and hurriedly straightened his fingers, rubbing them on his pant leg.
As if that would prove he hadn't just thrown a punch.
He meant to hit Chai Chen, but he hadn't expected Ye Yan to suddenly step in the way; he threw that punch with a lot of force, and Dr. Ye's delicate little frame probably couldn't take it.
In their circle, who didn't know that Fu Xingzhou cherished Dr. Ye like a treasure in the palm of his hand?
He still vividly remembered the incident of Dr. Ye twisting her ankle.
At that time, Fu Xingzhou's heart ached as if it were his own ankle that had broken.
During those days at the resort, he nearly carried her everywhere, treating her with such tenderness.
If Fu Xingzhou found out he had punched Dr. Ye, he would be as good as dead.
