"I'm beating the shit out of you, 'cause what's life without a few fights, right?"
Huo Jing didn't give a damn who Liu Jiawei was or what background he had; he didn't ask a single question and just rushed up and started wailing on him.
After all, the relationship between Cui Xue and Li Fei was anything but simple—he couldn't just watch the former get bullied.
Besides, even if he didn't know Cui Xue, he'd still have to play the hero.
Huo Jing and Li Fei were cut from the same cloth; what they hated most were these rich playboys who pulled this kind of shit on girls—if the soft approach didn't work, they'd force it.
"What right do you have to hit me?"
"Who told you to take advantage of Cui Xue?"
"What happens between us is none of your damn business. Why are you butting in?" Liu Jiawei snapped back, extremely pissed. He felt Huo Jing was just full and bored with nothing better to do.
