"Senior brother, he hit me, he hit me!" Bing Zhan covered his face, his voice full of venom.
As someone in the entertainment circle, what's the most important thing?
The face, obviously!
And now, he'd been slapped! And in front of so many people, too.
This was literally more painful than killing him!
"Heh." On Wang Tianxing's side, his eyes went dark.
Main thing was, Zhou Dong was one meter eighty-five, and pretty solidly built.
Fight him? No way he could win.
Looking at Ren Feilin, who was on the phone, Wang Tianxing shifted his gaze to Zuo Shan not far away.
"Why are you all just standing there, didn't you see him hit someone? Are you blind?"
Right now, flames of fury were burning in Wang Tianxing.
This whole bunch were actually just watching.
Right at that instant, Zuo Shan and a few others turned their heads at the same time!
"Oh, oh, oh, how come I suddenly can't see, my eyes, my eyes!"
