"You don't have... problems in that area, do you?" Zhao Guo'an said in a tone as if he had discovered a great secret.
He then nodded to himself, "That's it, I was wondering why you're so calm around so many beauties, turns out you have the heart but... bam!"
Midway through his sentence, he took a solid punch from Xiao Feng, and two streams of blood rapidly flowed from his nostrils, dripping onto the table.
Zhao Guo'an was stunned by the blow, not even feeling pain at first, just hearing a buzzing sound and his mind went blank.
"Old Zhao, don't blame me, I'm doing this for your own good. The way you speak without thinking, if I don't hit you now, one day you might end up being killed without knowing why," Xiao Feng said coolly.
What do men hate the most? It's when others say they're not good enough, and Zhao Guo'an dared to take the risk, which matched Xiao Feng's previous evaluation of him—someone forever on the edge of seeking trouble, like Wang Lubo.
