Gu Ningyi coldly watched Dong Xin Yan's hand form into a fist, coldly watched her raise her hand, he stared fixedly, hoping for the first time that Dong Xin Yan would actually throw that punch at him.
If she hit him, at least she understood how to express her grievances, instead of always backing down for that damn Cheng Ziyang.
He couldn't stand how she humiliated herself for Cheng Ziyang, it particularly upset him.
Dong Xin Yan was drunk, the alcohol surged upwards, her whole brain gradually became muddled, unfortunately, damn it, she still retained a last bit of clarity, and it was this bit of clarity that stopped her fist from landing on Gu Ningyi's hateful face.
