Taking the elevator down to the hotel lobby, Zhang Yuanqing spotted Kou Beiyue at once, standing at the front desk and taking over Little Round's duties.
When Kou Beiyue saw him come down, delight flashed across his face before he grew awkward. His lips moved, but the words "I'm sorry" caught in his throat, refusing to come out.
What a melodramatic little brat... Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment, then strode over and slapped him hard across the face.
"Ungrateful bastard! Ungrateful bastard!"
He cursed as he swung his hand.
Kou Beiyue covered his head and face, accepting the blows and insults without protest.
Zhang Yuanqing smacked him around for quite a while. Only when Little Round came down in the elevator did he finally stop, grumbling:
"I'm going to get revenge now. I'll come back and beat you up again when I have time!"
With that, he left in his ill-fitting clothes.
Kou Beiyue watched his retreating back and silently let out a breath. After taking the beating, the heavy weight in his heart suddenly felt much lighter.
Then, he caught sight of Little Round standing nearby and watching him. He immediately put on an irritated expression and cursed, "Shit. If I didn't owe him one, I'd have pinned Yuanshi Tianzun to the ground and pounded him by now."
Young people cared about their pride!
The ten o'clock sunlight was bright but not scorching. The plants in the villa garden basked in just the right amount of sunshine, displaying their lush vitality to the fullest.
Though before long, the increasingly blazing sun would bake their leaves until they curled.
In the spacious, luxurious study, Fu Qingyang sat with his hands clasped on the desk, staring at the computer screen before him.
The screen showed an online meeting room, with