As soon as the words fell, Ling Tian'ao stepped forward and grabbed Dylan's wrist.
Dylan swung a punch to break free.
Ling Tian'ao retaliated with a punch of his own.
Xia Zhisu sat on a nearby sofa, legs crossed. These two men were truly masters among masters.
Who has the better skills, Dylan or Ling Tian'ao?
"Hubby, don't be polite, this punch should land wherever it needs to! He's here asking for a fight! We'd be embarrassed not to oblige! If he dares to mess with us, at worst, we'll just go down together!" Xia Zhisu had long wanted to catch Dylan and give him a real beating.
It's said that Dylan has many doubles.
But she could tell whether this one in front of her was real or not.
This one who so deserved a beating was, of course, the real Dylan!
"Wifey, got it!" Ling Tian'ao threw a heavy punch, landing it on Dylan's abdomen, causing him to stagger back several steps and crash into the decorative cabinet behind him.
A vase on top looked like it was about to fall.
