The corners of Mu Fei's mouth curled up. &Quot; yes, I hit you. &Quot;
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and gave her a slap.
"I'm going to hit you, so what?" His attitude was a little arrogant.
The man's face was smacked askew. He was stunned for two seconds, then his anger rose and he was about to explode.
"F * ck your mother ..."
He cursed a series of vulgarities.
Mu Fei had an elegant smile on his face like a gentleman, but he silently touched the man's wound and suddenly pinched it.
"Ah!" The man screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
Mu Fei used his scarf to wipe the blood off his fingers. He glanced at him and said, " it's fine if it hurts. If it hurts, it means you're still alive. Be careful when you drive next time. &Quot;
The man roared at him with a face full of hostility, " I'll f * cking kill you the next time I drive! &Quot;
Mu Fei's eyes narrowed, and he stood up. He looked down at him from above and snorted coldly.