"Die!" Zheng Feihu's eyes were bulging like cow eyes, he raised his fist and swung it powerfully towards Li Yifei.
"Whoosh!" Just as Zheng Feihu's fist was about to fall, Li Yifei suddenly moved, his hand appeared on Zheng Feihu's chest, palm against his heart, a gentle soft touch, and Zheng Feihu couldn't move an inch forward. Anxious, he yelled out in frustration, trying to strike, but was held back by Li Yifei again.
"You!" Zheng Feihu's expression froze, biting his teeth to attack again, but he heard Li Yifei say, "Ninth Brother, why are you so eager like this, rushing over to hug me? We have a good relationship, but I'm not into that!"
