God-Level All-rounder Expert

Chapter 772: Chapter 845: Jealous? (Part 2)

Xia Zihe dared not say another word, for the more he said, the more mistakes he might make. He suddenly realized that the two slaps Bai Cheng gave him just now were restrained, or else his teeth would have been knocked out.

Even so, Xia Zihe’s face still burned with pain, which persisted for a long time.

Bai Cheng didn’t hit Xia Zihe, who was covering his face, again. Instead, he stood in the shadows, watching the couple embracing in the yard. His gaze was icy cold, and the hand hanging by his thigh abruptly clenched into a fist, making a crackling sound like frying beans.

Xia Zihe, beside him, couldn’t help but shudder, subconsciously feeling fear.

Taking a deep breath, Bai Cheng finally spoke slowly, "Who is that man?"

"Fang... Fang Yi!"

"...that name." Bai Cheng pondered for a moment. "Sounds a bit familiar."

Xia Zihe quickly recounted the recent events that happened in the Fang Family to Bai Cheng.

Bai Cheng nodded slightly, looking over, his gaze becoming even colder: "I knew it sounded familiar; turns out it’s him. Bai Xiaohua mentioned this person to me. He even won a few million from them. What a bunch of useless people."

that time at the bar when Fang Yi bet against the so-called Tianjing Seven Young Masters. Every family member of each noble house was involved, competing in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, yet they all lost to Fang Yi.

head

could only stay here and wait, looking at the couple embracing together, feeling an unspeakable anger

He gritted

...

Ziqi, touched her cheek,

hum, nodding her head. With her heart eased, she looked at Fang Yi with a few more hints of springlike charm in her eyes. She was gentle and endearing like ripples, making Fang Yi’s heart flutter, recalling the pleasure and

just a pity there’s no

I’m leaving," Xia Ziqi

"Okay."

then turned to leave, but just as she was about to go,

moment, Fang Yi’s lips, filled with a dominating masculine aura, kissed her beautiful, luscious

dominant lips parted from her red ones, and Xia Ziqi’s cheeks were already a blushing red like the evening

Fang Yi’s smiling face, Xia