Yang Xiaobei was not entirely defenseless, nor willing to sustain Chen Ziqian's punches for nothing. Seizing the moment Chen Ziqian let go, he punched back, "Why is it only you who can love Shanshan? Why can't I?"
"Don't you dare say you love Shanshan again." Chen Ziqian gripped Yang Xiaobei's collar, swinging another punch down at him.
When Yang Xiaobei got back up, he lifted his head and saw Shanshan standing at the door.
This was the first time Shanshan had witnessed two men tearing into each other like this.
Somehow, despite Yang Xiaobei's face being bruised red and purple, she felt no pain in her heart whatsoever at that moment.
After understanding their conversation, she even regretted why she had taken an interest in him.
A man, with hands and feet, and with brains, who would actually trade his body for money and success, taking such shortcuts, was truly disgusting.
