Jiang Xiaobai vented his anger on the man who molested his wife.
Fifty minutes later, Chen Long was about to lose consciousness.
"Brother, brother, stop it. I was wrong."
Chen Long held his head and kept apologizing, but Jiang Xiaobai didn't stop.
"Brother, I won't dare to flirt with you anymore."
Jiang Xiaobai gave Chen Long another kick to vent his anger.
"You said you were a journalist?"
Chen Long nodded, stood up, and handed a cigarette to Jiang Xiaobai.
Jiang Xiaobai didn't take it. Instead, he took out his phone and found his WeChat code.
"Add a friend."
Seeing that Jiang Xiaobai was so good at calling, Chen Long didn't dare to resist. At last, he took out his phone and added the code of Jiang Xiaobai.
"My name is Chen Long. May I know your name?"
"You can call me Jiang."
Seeing that Jiang Xiaobai didn't get angry, Chen Long smiled and said, "Ah, brother Jiang, if you have anything to do in the future, just tell me. I will help you if I can."