Zhou Xuanjun fled from Fu entertainment in embarrassment. Who knew that while Fu Ling looked thin, his blows hurt like hell?
He was too embarrassed to go with his driver so he sneakily dodged and took a taxi back home. On the way, he called his friend to come patch him up.
When he got home, the person was already waiting. He whistled as his yes slid over Zhou Xuanjun's figure.
"Who did you spar with? I need to give them a good handshake. Your arrogance knows no bounds."
Zhou Xuanjun ignored his gloating and opened the door of his apartment.
They both went inside and Zhou Xuanjun took off his shirt letting Mo Chen take a better look at him. One glance and the teasing smile was wiped from his face.
"Zhou Xuanjun who did you offend? If not for backing down last minute, this person definitely had thought of killing you off."
Zhou Xuanjun already knew that and he didn't need a second person to confirm it.
"Just take care of the injuries and stop talking so much."
