Zou Xiaosheng was determined to make Zheng Jintao pay the price, which enraged Zheng Jintao, as he thought everything was about to be destroyed by someone he had always bullied. He used to trample on him, but now the tables had turned, and he was being trampled upon. How could he endure such anger?
He jumped up and swung his fist to hit Zou Xiaosheng. He didn't dare hit Lin Fan, but Zou Xiaosheng—this little bastard—he had to hit. Not hitting wouldn't relieve his anger. After all, he still didn't take Zou Xiaosheng seriously, thinking he was easy to bully.
Seeing Zheng Jintao's fist about to land on Zou Xiaosheng's face, Zou Xiaosheng couldn't react in time and couldn't dodge. At this moment, Lin Fan reached out from the side and pulled Zou Xiaosheng away.
Zheng Jintao's punch missed, and he fell onto the table.
He struggled to get up, trying to continue chasing and hitting Zou Xiaosheng.
"What are you doing?" A voice said coldly.
