Did he do something wrong by doing this? Didn't it infuriate this bastard boy?
After savoring the fragrant taste of Wenxiang, Shi Wenxiang tossed it aside and shouted, "Your turn."
"Hmph!"
Lin Yifan's lips curled slightly, and then he walked straight up to Shi Wenxiang and slapped him without any warning.
"Crack!"
The sound was even louder than beating drums, and Shi Wenxiang spun 360 degrees, almost fainting, struggling to stand.
This slap was truly too painful, so much that he couldn't extricate himself from it or bear it; moreover, several of his teeth were knocked out, and his mouth was currently bleeding profusely.
"Pfft!"
After spitting out a mouthful of blood and several teeth, he pointed at Lin Yifan furiously and said, "Damn it! Why didn't you give me a heads-up? Why use so much force?"
"You called me over, wasn't it for me to hit you? I thought you were prepared. Also, did I ever say I would hit you gently?" Lin Yifan mocked.
