Xiao Bai's phone fell to the ground, and An Zihao's voice came through, "Brother Bai, what happened to you?" He had just seemingly heard Xiao Bai cursing at someone.
After enduring the soreness, Xiao Bai immediately saw the blood droplets on the ground. Touching them with his hand, he yelled out "Fuck!" in anger again.
Ignoring An Zihao's fussing from the other end of the phone, he directly closed the door and headed to the bathroom.
Son of a bitch!
Dares to hit me!
Do you know who I am?
I am Chuchu's second brother!
You think you, a pig-slaughtering dolt, can dream of Chuchu? With me here, you can forget about that fancy dream in this lifetime!
...
Xiao Bai covered his injured nose, seething with hatred, and ranted for a while before he felt slightly better after venting the frustration in his heart.
Then he picked up the phone again, assigned An Zihao some tasks, and after hearing An Zihao whining from the other end of the phone, his explosive mood somewhat improved.
