Dong Jinsheng flew several meters and curled up in pain, letting out a low, muffled groan.
Ji Yebai, irritable and forceful, stepped on Dong Jinsheng's chest.
"Dare to touch my woman, huh?"
His voice was chilly and sinister, like a Hell Shura.
"Yebai! What are you doing?!" Dong Yingluo ran out from nowhere, crying as she pushed Ji Yebai away, knelt on the ground, and shielded Dong Jinsheng. "Have you forgotten because of whom Jinsheng can no longer pursue his tennis dream! You are the one who harmed him! And now you're being ungrateful and hitting him… wuwu..."
Her tears were pitiable, stirring sympathy.
But Ji Yebai felt no pity at all, his lips curled into a cold sneer. "He touched my woman, doesn't he deserve a beating?"
"What nonsense are you spouting! Jinsheng isn't that kind of person!" Dong Yingluo defended, internally cursing Dong Jinsheng to death.
What a loser! A complete waste!
He had to get caught by Ji Yebai of all people!
