Wang Jian and his group were furious!
You know, they are people with identity and status.
This bunch of punks, to put it bluntly, the number of times they've been beaten since childhood can be counted on one hand.
And now, they're kneeling beside a poor bumpkin, getting slapped at will.
If this spreads, how are they going to live?
More importantly, Ye Jingtian and Qin Shuang were watching with their eyes wide open.
Like this, yet still trying to arrange a marriage?
Enough already!
Stop dreaming!
In a flash, the group directly charged over!
They swung their palms, and smacked Zhou Zicheng's group fiercely.
"Shame on me! Shame on me!"
"F***, I should have shot you against the wall back in the day."
"He told you to slap yourself, and you did? Why don't you call him dad, you idiot."
"Slap, slap, slap!"
"Ah, dad, stop hitting! Stop hitting!"
Screams, curses, and slap sounds mixed together.
Ye Jingtian and Qin Shuang, watching this, were dumbfounded.
