"You destroyed the Bai family's ancestral enterprise, and you still have the nerve to show up?!"
Bai Zifeng charged at Bai Zhirui and, without a second thought, swung his fist toward her face. His fierce, sharp features were contorted with hatred. This was how one treated an enemy.
The fist cut through the air, the wind from it lifting Bai Zhirui's hair. The deep-seated hatred in Bai Zifeng's eyes made Bai Zhirui momentarily forget to dodge.
Just as Bai Zifeng's fist was about to strike Bai Zhirui's face, his figure halted. Then, he staggered a few steps backward.
Zhang Jing withdrew her foot.
Bai Zifeng clutched his stomach, burning with rage. "How dare you fight back? I gave you life! Why didn't you save your brother? Why did you let the Bai family go bankrupt?"
