Xia Zihe dared not say another word, for the more he said, the more mistakes he might make. He suddenly realized that the two slaps Bai Cheng gave him just now were restrained, or else his teeth would have been knocked out.
Even so, Xia Zihe's face still burned with pain, which persisted for a long time.
Bai Cheng didn't hit Xia Zihe, who was covering his face, again. Instead, he stood in the shadows, watching the couple embracing in the yard. His gaze was icy cold, and the hand hanging by his thigh abruptly clenched into a fist, making a crackling sound like frying beans.
Xia Zihe, beside him, couldn't help but shudder, subconsciously feeling fear.
Taking a deep breath, Bai Cheng finally spoke slowly, "Who is that man?"
"Fang... Fang Yi!"
"...that name." Bai Cheng pondered for a moment. "Sounds a bit familiar."
Xia Zihe quickly recounted the recent events that happened in the Fang Family to Bai Cheng.
