"Is that so..." Gu Xincheng chuckled weakly, muttering to himself, "I divorced Kejun, and you divorced Mu Wanqing; you two might just make it."
"Gu Xincheng, you're fucking asking for it!" Wen Zhan couldn't take it anymore, and before Gu Xincheng finished speaking, he suddenly leaned forward and grabbed Gu by the collar, yanking him closer.
The two were now face to face, the handsome features of their faces confronting each other as if wanting to annihilate the other.
Gu Xincheng didn't know what got into him today; he spoke without thinking. Held by the collar and glared at furiously by Wen Zhan, he was about to get punched but continued to add fuel to the fire, "What, did I hit a nerve, and now you're furious?"
The next second, Wen Zhan threw a fierce punch at his cheek.
Gu Xincheng, tall and lanky, was knocked backward, his body crashing into the chair behind him.
Wen Zhan, sitting on the bed, nearly fell down with the force.