Xu Jin stood frozen for a second after the impact.
His head had barely moved, yet his hand slowly rose to his cheek as if he had been struck hard. His brows furrowed, confusion spreading across his face.
"Huh…?"
There was no real pain on his cheek but why?
He pressed his hand again his cheek that got the punch but there was no pain and he is standing in the middle of dining room not in front of the wall cornering chen.
'so does that mean it was imagination?'
' I imagine of harming brother chen with no remorse out of jealousy??" He stood there with grim face holding his cheek.
Chen immediately stepped forward, worry replacing the anger from moments ago. "Are you okay?"
Both he and Xu Lin looked at Xu Jin, equally puzzled because—
