"Damn you!" Ye Zimo bit his alveolar and came out with these words. He grabbed Ye Nianmo's collar and punched him on the mandible.

Ye Nianmo's mandible swelled up immediately. He hung his head slightly, and did not respond to the pain. He looked like he was at his disposal.

Ye Zimo could see the fire in his stomach and wanted to continue beating it down. He heard the rush of high-heeled shoes and the dissuasion of Xia Yihan. "Zimo, calm down."

Ye Zimo, who has already punched, can't hold his fist. Seeing from the corner of his eye, Xia Yihan rushes to Ye Nimo for fear of hitting his...