Spring Xiu knelt in front of He Lei with a bruised nose and swollen face. What a hilarious scene it was, considering that a month ago, the latter was in the same position, awaiting his fate from the opponent. The difference was, last time, He Lei successfully used his wits to negotiate a chance to collaborate with Spring Xiu. But can Spring Xiu seize a shot at redemption now?
"Ah, Qiao Shan, who is this? How did he end up looking like a pig?" He Lei sat steadily on the sofa, stretched out his dirty, smelly feet, raised Spring Xiu's chin, and asked very flippantly.
Qiao Shan had a hint of a smile on his lips. He knew He Lei intended to humiliate Spring Xiu, so he cooperated and said, "This is Spring Xiu, Brother Lei!"
Sure enough, as soon as Spring Xiu's name was mentioned, He Lei sprung up from the sofa, leaned in closer, and said, "What, this is Boss Spring? No way, are you courting death, kid? How could this pig face be our handsome and dashing Boss Spring?"
