"..." Xiaoxiao was speechless for a while, are you sure you're not an idiot?
Why Yang Ming hit him was obvious, yet he still bumped into the muzzle of the gun. If not him, then who?
Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes at him, "Serves you right to get hit."
Upon hearing Xiaoxiao's "serves you right to get hit," the man started whining again, "Beauty, with such a handsome face like mine, how could you be so heartless?"
The man's constant calling of "beauty" was simply provoking Yang Ming. Sure enough, the infuriated Yang Ming swung his fist once more, but this time, luck was not on his side. The man caught Yang Ming's fist with one hand, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he said through gritted teeth, "Ouch, one punch is enough. This handsome face of mine can't take a second one."
