"You think I'm just going to scram because you say so? Then I'd lose too much face!" Lu Zichen was furiously humiliated and rushed over to punch him.
"It seems you prefer punishment over a polite offer," Li Zijue's eyes flashed coldly. After setting Tong Mo down on a nearby chair, he rolled up his suit sleeves and assumed a fighting stance.
A mere kid daring to fight him, he really overestimated himself!
"Sorry, I don't play by those rules."
Lu Zichen yelled as his fist headed straight for Li Zijue's handsome face.
"Bang—"
The fist tore through the air, and it was about to land on Li Zijue's face.
However, in the blink of an eye, Li Zijue's well-defined hand firmly grasped his, and swiftly subdued him with a martial arts hold.
"Let, let go!"
Lu Zichen hadn't expected the man to be so strong; his old face instantly blushed to the roots of his ears.
How utterly humiliating!
