Xia Xin's scalp tightened, and he tensed his facial muscles, daring not to say anything.
Before long, after Qin Yingjun made a phone call, a young man entered his courtyard.
The man was about the same age as Qin Yingjun.
As he came in, he greeted with a smile.
"Bro, why did you ask me to come over at this time?"
"Why did I ask you to come over?"
Seeing Wen Mao, Qin Yingjun forced a smile, his lips curling sarcastically.
The next second, his fist flew, landing squarely on Wen Mao's face.
Before Wen Mao could react, he was knocked to the ground by Qin Yingjun's punch.
Wen Mao felt a warm fluid trickling down from under his nose.
When he wiped it with his hand, it came back covered in fresh blood.
Immediately, anger surged in Wen Mao, "Qin Yingjun, have you fucking lost your mind? What the hell are you hitting me for? What did I do to offend you?"
