"I'll fuck your mother, how dare you lay hands on my people?" Dong Wenzhong could no longer hold back his grievances.
Dong Wenqiang wasn't one to take it either; enraged by the sudden punch, he lashed out.
He looked down at the man skinnier and shorter than him and threw a punch back, "Dong Wenzhong, you can't even keep your own woman, and you have the nerve to hit me.
I'll tell you, not only did I sleep with Chen Yanran, Dong Wenjie did too—and guess what, it was her first time.
What do you think? Were you saving her for me and Wenjie to enjoy?"
Dong Wenzhong trembled with anger. Chen Yanran, that bitch, had posed as prim and proper in front of him, but she was so promiscuous behind his back.
Dong Wenqiang couldn't be bothered to argue anymore and ran off after throwing the punch.
Dong Wenzhong stood in place, unable to calm himself for a long time, wishing he could run back immediately and settle the score with Chen Yanran.
