Jiang Yu, feeling an affront to his dignity especially in the presence of Wang Zhi, felt compelled to act tough. Couldn't let himself be seen as weak, could he?
Jiang Yu sneered coldly and, without another word, stepped forward and threw a punch at the face.
Wang Zhi sat on the sofa watching Jiang Yu strike, her eyes twinkling. She had found herself a new boyfriend who was not only capable but also in good physical shape - even a member of a boxing gym, an amateur boxer at that.
Thinking of his eight-pack abs and strong arms, Wang Zhi licked her lips.
Now, this was going to be entertaining.
While Wang Zhi entertained delightful thoughts, Jiang Yu's fist was still a good palm's distance from Li Feng when Li Feng blocked it with his hand.
"Ha,"
Li Feng sneered contemptuously and looked at the somewhat shocked Jiang Yu as if he were looking at an ant. "Idiot."
Li Feng took a step forward and bumped his shoulder right into Jiang Yu's chest.