Fang Tang could no longer hold back, stepping forward to block Yang Fei.
He snorted, "Even if Brother Song filmed, it was because he liked your and Jiayi's dance. Is it worth reacting like this?"
He said sarcastically, "Don't think that just because you can dance, you're a gentleman of high society."
"Let me tell you, an odd-job man will always be an odd-job man, never dreaming of turning into a phoenix."
Yang Fei's anger surged from within.
Why did this guy's mouth deserve such a slap?
A fierce and frightening aura erupted from Yang Fei.
Yet, Fang Tang didn't budge an inch, still looking down on Yang Fei with disdain.
"What, want to hit me? Go ahead, we're at Jingshui Villa…"
Slap!
With a crisp sound, Fang Tang's latter words were cut off.
His entire body spun in a circle, collapsing onto the ground.
Fang Tang's carefully styled hair was thrown into disarray by that slap, and on his cheek appeared the imprint of five fingers.