Master Zhan, Calm Down!

Chapter 42

Rong Zhan Punched Tang Ye!

Why were they pulling at each other?!

The most important thing was that Rong Zhan’s face was covered with blood. Instantly, Tang Ye threw all of his thoughts away as he hurriedly parked his car and rushed over.

“F*ck! What’s this woman doing again?!”

Tang Ye was about to die from anger. Why did he hate this woman so much?

No one had it good with her. She was practically a jinx!

“Go back with me now. Do you want to run away after hitting me? Sang Xia, is your skin itchy now?!” Rong Zhan threatened harshly. No matter if Sang Xia’s skin was really itchy, Rong Zhan was terribly angry right now.

Sang Xia wanted to pull her hand out of his grasp terribly. She looked down. “I still have something to do, so I cannot accompany you. My younger brother just had a surgery, so I have to go and take a look.”

“Visit your younger brother?! Is he more important than me?!”

Rong Zhan knew very well that he was nothing to her. However, he was not resigned. He felt sad and angry for himself as well.

With his guard down, Tang Ye was in terrible pain from the sudden kick. His waist felt like he was about to break from it.

“F*ck, who dares to...” He gritted his teeth as he turned around, wanting to see who had kicked him. However, the moment he turned back, he saw Rong Zhan wiping the blood on his forehead as he stood behind him, staring at him darkly.

What the f*ck?! The one who kicked him just now was Rong Zhan?!

“F*ck—”

Tang Ye held his waist as he struggled to get up, wanting to punch Rong Zhan. Was Rong Zhan a f*cking fool?!

Did his brain get flooded with water? Why did he kick him?

Instead, Rong Zhan smirked coldly as he bent down to pull Tang Ye up by his collar before he punched him ruthlessly once more. “Tang Ye, do you want to die? You dare to scold and hit my woman too? Do you want to die?!”

“F*ck it! She’s your woman? You’re the one that really wants to die!”

After receiving another punch, Tang Ye scolded angrily as he separated from Rong Zhan’s grasp. A hand cupped his neck as he stretched his body, his eyes looking so angry they looked like they were about to spit fire.

The two pairs of eyes met as intense tension grew.