SLAP!
A loud slap resonated across Zhou Shen's rather delicate face. As Qin Fan let go, Zhou Shen and the unopened phone both hurtled toward the ground. A dead silence fell over the area. All the students watching held their breath, their attention fixed not on Zhou Shen, but on Qin Fan, their expressions stunned. This was the first time they had ever witnessed him in such a rage. How could a matter that had nothing to do with him infuriate the normally easy-going Mr. Fan to this degree?
Behind Qin Fan, a girl covered her mouth, tears of disbelief streaming down her face. She stared, frozen, at Zhou Shen, who lay on the ground with a look of hollow shock.
"Son!" Unable to contain his emotions any longer, the old man wailed and lunged toward his son.
