Zhao Chun knew that Jiang Jinghuai had the day off, and since the meeting place was set at the gymnasium, he specially chose a set of casual sportswear.
Meeting at the gymnasium didn't strike Zhao Chun as strange, because Jiang Jinghuai was someone who enjoyed exercising.
"Long time no see." Zhao Chun greeted warmly, his tone filled with cheer, as he quickly walked toward the austere man on the court. "I heard you…"
"Bang!" Before he could finish speaking, a fist landed squarely on his face.
It was by no means a gentle punch. Zhao Chun's body stumbled to the ground, grimacing in pain.
Covering his cheek, his expression mixed with grievance, confusion, fury, and anguish, he raised his head and complained, "Jinghuai, why would you hit me?"
Such a massive "meeting gift" was something he couldn't stomach; it hit him hard enough to kindle his temper.
