Hou Qi was still in shock, but Qin Hao was already standing in front of him. In the next second, a fist enlarged infinitely before his eyes, then heavily smashed into his face.
Five minutes later, Qin Hao leisurely walked out of the hotel, hailed a cab, and went straight back home.
Hou Qi's face was swollen like a pig's head, all his teeth were smashed out by Qin Hao, and he was lying on the ground, rolling and groaning non-stop.
After giving Hou Qi a good beating, Qin Hao felt extremely satisfied.
This fool kept thinking about Zhao Mengke all day; he deserved to be hit.
Soon, Qin Hao was back home.
And the villa was filled with the aroma of food.
Today, Lin Yuhan left work early for once and was in the mood to cook personally for everyone, preparing a table full of exquisite and delicious dishes.
As soon as Qin Hao entered, Lin Yuhan immediately called for him to wash his hands and get ready to eat.
