Loh Hua sneered aggressively, "Hey, you little punk! You want a beating? Who's the one always defeated by me? Today, I'll show you who's boss!"
Then, he fiercely threw a ball right at the other guy's handsome face! It'd be best if it swelled up like a pig's head!
Luckily, Chiang Junyan was quick enough to catch the basketball, barely avoiding disaster.
"Loh Hua, you're pretty ruthless! Are you this rough with your wife too?" Chiang Junyan teased with a laugh.
Loh Hua said nothing more, but the energy in his playing seemed fueled by some pent-up frustration, growing stronger with each move.
Back in the room, Li Meitong was pacing back and forth, her face flushed and puffed up with anger. She didn't know how many times she had washed her hands, yet they still felt burning hot, as if she couldn't cool them down.
She kept replaying the sensation of touching that thing in her mind, and for a moment, her thoughts were utterly muddled.
Dammit! Loh Hua was outright mocking her!
