Fu Tingzhou....
How could it be him.
At this moment, Fu Tingzhou was throwing punch after punch at the man, while the middle-aged man screamed and wailed as he lay on the ground, covering his head with his hands.
It seemed as if he was not relieved, his face gloomy as water, and he suddenly lifted his foot and kicked forcefully.
The middle-aged man wailed a few times before his voice gradually weakened.
Tang Xi hurriedly ran over and hugged the man's waist, "Stop hitting him, stop it, or he won't make it."
The woman pressed against his back, and the man, gasping for breath, his body tensed, clenched his fists, and kicked the man away with one foot, a cold sternness flashing in his dark eyes.
Tang Xi's voice trembled, "Fu Tingzhou..."
Upon seeing him gradually calming down, the woman slowly loosened her grip.
She looked up, meeting his dark and stormy eyes, and she shivered.
The air pressure was terribly low.
The man walked towards her step by step.
