Fang Chenxu disdained those women, claiming they were inadequate and admitted to already having someone in mind. It turned out he was coveting his Ah Meng.
"I've been putting up with you for a very long time!" Fang Chenxu's face was dark as coal, "I met the girl before you did, but you maliciously stole her away from me, preventing me and the girl from being together. And you have the nerve to say you've been putting up with me?" He finished and gave Hang Qingming another punch.
Hang Qingming, not to be outdone, fought back and taunted, "So what if you met Ah Meng first? Ah Meng doesn't have you in her heart, she loves me. You shamelessly cling to Ah Meng, it's simply disgraceful!"
Clearly, Hang Qingming's words struck a nerve with Fang Chenxu. His already dark expression became colder, like frost, and without further words, he channeled his jealousy and regret into his fist, showing no mercy as he hammered away at Hang Qingming.