The people in the circle were in the midst of an animated discussion. Lu Yihan was shocked with worry. He pushed past the crowd to get to the center.
Luo Zhan's head was hanging limply. He was being held up by a man on each side. There were many people looking on, but no one stepped forward.
"F*ck!" Lu Yihan felt the blood rushing to his head "Luo Zhan!"
Luo Zhan raised his head in confusion. His lips were swollen and bruised, but when he saw Lu Yihan's ashen face, he felt a moment of silent satisfaction.
Enduring the pain on his face, Luo Zhan pulled his lips up into a smile. With a sardonic expression, he asked, "What? Have you never seen a guy beaten up before?"
This scenario was very much like when they were still living together. Every time he cooked, he'd vow solemnly, "Today, you're going to enjoy the taste of a feast!"