Arrested

Wang Yan's expression did not change at all. He continued scrubbing the clothes, then turned and looked at Cheng Jianjun, whose eyes were darting around, with a genial smile. "Finished?"

Cheng Jianjun froze for a moment. He had not expected that reaction from Wang Yan. With an awkward laugh, he tried to explain, "Prince, I only just remembered this. Back in '75, when Han Chunming and I had just returned to the city, he was already very close to Su Meng. It was just that you went to work every day back then, so you never saw it. I'm telling you now because I didn't want you to keep being kept in the dark. Han Chunming is a petty man. How many advantages has he taken from you over the years? I'm telling you, I can barely stand to watch it. That's why I thought of this, so you could see Han Chunming's true face for what it is."

He spoke with such righteous indignation that even he believed himself.

"Was I all thunder and no rain, so you thought I was easy to fool?" As he spoke, Wang Yan directly slapped him across the face, then followed up with a kick that sent the kid rolling across the ground twice. He calmly spat out one word: "Get lost!"

When people were attacked, their first sensation was often not pain, but numbness and burning heat. Cheng Jianjun touched his face, rubbed his stomach, then rubbed his head and shoulders. For a moment, he did not even know what to do.

He was utterly dumbfounded and at a loss. He had not expected Wang Yan, at such an age and with such high status, to actually start swinging like a hooligan. It was simply beneath his dignity. In Cheng Jianjun's mind,