Li Xiaoqiang slowly walked toward Qin Wei.
Qin Wei lay on the ground, his body trembling. The pain was so intense, he felt as though he might die.
Qin Wei was accustomed to being arrogant in Liu Cheng, having been pampered since childhood, and had never been beaten like this.
At this moment, a pair of feet appeared in his line of sight.
Qin Wei raised his head and stared at the face full of smiles, saying, "You hit me like this, my father definitely won't let you off. You'll die, you will definitely die!"
Li Xiaoqiang grabbed Qin Wei's hair and lifted him up.
"Ah! Let go of me!"
Qin Wei felt as if his scalp was going to be torn off by the young man in front of him, the sharp, piercing pain made his face flush red.
Li Xiaoqiang grabbed Qin Wei's hair and slapped him repeatedly, saying, "Damn it, you dare to touch the woman beside me, you're really tired of living."
