An Yichen had already broken a rib, but he gritted his teeth through the excruciating pain and fought back defiantly.
Si Ye had also been hit, splitting his lip, but compared to An Yichen's injuries, his were nothing.
"Say it, have you admitted defeat?" Si Ye punched him in the face and demanded harshly.
An Yichen fell to the ground but struggled back to his feet, blood dripping even more from the corner of his mouth, yet his gaze was stubborn, showing no sign of giving up.
"I haven't lost; I will definitely defeat you and won't let you take Xiaozhi away."
He staggered and threw a punch at Si Ye, who dodged it and landed another blow on him.
"Stop it!" Chen Zhi couldn't stand it any longer. It was all her fault, and she knew she would involve An Yichen, but she hadn't expected things to get this severe.
"Stop fighting, both of you, stop it, do you hear me!"
