"WAAH..." The pain on his face made Young Master Hua burst into tears. Snot and tears streamed down his face. Combined with his highly swollen cheeks, he looked absolutely miserable.
He was the youngest son of the dignified Mansion Master of Divine Martial City! Relying on his father's doting and his brother's protection, when had he ever suffered like this? He felt incredibly wronged, and his gaze, fixed on Shen Haoran, was filled with venomous hatred.
"You… You just wait! If you've got the guts, don't you run! Wait till I get my brother!" Young Master Hua roared at Shen Haoran.
"Still daring to threaten me?" Hearing Young Master Hua's words, Shen Haoran snorted coldly and raised his right hand again. Seeing this, Young Master Hua's expression changed, and he turned tail and ran. He was afraid Shen Haoran would actually slap him again!
"You… You just wait…" Young Master Hua's muffled voice drifted from the distance.
