Zhong Xing looked coldly at Cheng Yi, his gaze resembling that of looking at a madwoman.
Cheng Yi continued, "You're jealous of Gerry, so you think he deserves to be hit? You're so cowardly; do you deserve to be hit too?"
Cowardly?
Zhong Xing gazed at Cheng Yi, his eyes dark, "Who are you calling cowardly?"
"You!" Cheng Yi raised her chin, giving a cold snort, "The woman you've liked since elementary school is still out of reach, and you vent your anger on Gerry; you're just cowardly. Am I wrong?"
"I, Zhong Xing, have never said I won't hit a woman!" Zhong Xing stared fiercely at Cheng Yi; damn it, no woman has ever dared to speak to him like this.
"Hit me!" Cheng Yi tilted her face and leaned closer to Zhong Xing, "Hit me in front of everyone, if you dare touch me, you'll be dead!"
"Really?" Zhong Xing clenched his fist, chuckling darkly, "I really want to see if I'd be dead if I touched you."
"Enough!"
