A crisp slap echoed through the air.
Cheng YongCun was completely stunned.
For so many years, he had countless girlfriends, and none of them weren't utterly charmed by him.
At most, he was dating five girls at once, and yet they cried and refused to break up with him.
He was always very confident in his own allure.
These girls practically clung to him, went out of their way to be with him.
There were even quite a few wealthy young ladies among them.
Never before had anyone dared to hit him.
Cheng YongCun was truly angry, grabbing Lu Yinxing's arm: "Lu Yinxing, how dare you hit me! Don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit."
Lu Yinxing said, "Cheng YongCun, we are teammates, I don't want to make things difficult for everyone. If you leave now, I can pretend today's incident never happened. But if you keep making unwanted advances, don't blame me for being impolite."
There was still a clear handprint on Cheng YongCun's face.
