Just at that moment, Ling Chen's door was flung open, and Jiang Han appeared with an irritated expression, shouting, "What the...?" However, before he could finish, his eyes locked onto Ling Chen's, his complexion changed dramatically, and, shocked and terrified, he exclaimed, "It's you!"
Ling Chen flashed a grin, "Mr. Jiang, we meet again." As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Jiang Han to react, Ling Chen's fist had already swung out, smashing viciously into Jiang Han's nose.
"Ah!" A miserable howl erupted as blood spurted from Jiang Han's nostrils like a breached flood barrier, quickly staining his shirt red. Clutching his broken nose, Jiang Han was in so much pain that tears and snot mixed on his face, and he bellowed with his facial muscles contorted, "Ling Chen, you..."