Lin Mubai kicked Han Xiayang hard, causing his whole face to twist in pain: "Ah, why did you kick me?" Sob sob sob, he really pitied himself, unable to return home and now being mistreated by others.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a familiar small figure. Under the astonished gazes of the onlookers, Han Xiayang suddenly stood up from the ground, took three steps to come to An Jiayou, grabbed his collar, his eyes filled with malice: "You little bastard, where are my wallet and car keys? Give them back to me now."
The little guy, with his collar grabbed, remained unflustered, even carrying a slight smile: "Why so angry? Let's just talk it out."
This smile fell into Han Xiayang's eyes as blatant mockery. Talk it out? He didn't want to talk it out at all; if he could, he'd just want to beat up this annoying little bastard fiercely.
Thinking about all the suffering of last night, he wished he could beat up this instigator to dispel the hatred in his heart.
