Pang Xiaoming angrily pounded on the door in front of him, roaring:
"Pei Yuhang! You wife-stealing bastard!"
"Got the guts to steal my wife, but too scared to face me?! You—"
Before Pang Xiaoming could finish, the door was suddenly flung open, and he found himself unexpectedly facing a pair of beautiful, ice-cold eyes.
"Huang Wanshi" stood in the doorway, staring at him with a look of utter disgust.
"Wanshi, you..."
SLAP—!!
A resounding slap struck him hard across the face.
Pang Xiaoming's cheek burned with a searing pain. His short body spun uncontrollably in the air three times before crashing heavily to the ground.
A clear handprint was already swelling high on his right cheek, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Pang Xiaoming's shocked expression gradually shifted to one of grievance. His lips trembled, like a puppy abandoned by its master.
