Growing up in the countryside, Yang Fan knew one truth: a woman with a sharp tongue deserved a beating, and a detestable woman was courting death. Zhao Yun in front of him was exactly this type of woman.
Yang Fan gave a light smile, still holding her hand: "Oh really? Then give it a try; many people call me a jerk, one more doesn't matter; I usually don't hit women, but that's contingent upon certain conditions, I treat men and women the same when they deserve a beating. Since your parents didn't teach you how to be kind to others, let me give you a couple of slaps to show you."
Zhao Yun glared fiercely at Yang Fan, feeling utterly humiliated today. She remembered this wretched security guard and was waiting; she had a hundred ways to make this jerk unable to survive in Xinghai City, or live like a dog.
