"Hahaha! Who's this pig-face guy? How did he get beaten up like this? Hahaha!"
A childish laugh came from behind Wu Liang, which instantly sparked anger in Ren Tao and the shorty, who both glared in fury.
"Who's hiding in the back talking smack? If you've got guts, come out!" The shorty yelled angrily.
The pig-face referred to by the speaker was naturally him, his face still swollen and bruised after Wu Liang's morning mist-assisted beating showed no signs of recovery.
The worst part was, he didn't dare go to the examination room for a check-up, so he could only buy medicine himself, afraid of being found out that his injury resulted from a private brawl.
After all, he'd been in too many of these private fights. If the authorities really investigated and exposed his past, he'd be finished.
"Your grandmother is standing right here! Can't you see? You think I'm underage, don't you? You're asking for it, aren't you?"
Zodiac Rabbit stormed out furiously.
