บท 1267: It's Better If You Don't Provoke Me!

The moment Mo Yongheng saw the pale-faced Tan Bengbeng silently crying on the bed, his gaze toward Qi Yan became furious.

Without a second word, he walked forward, grabbed onto his collar, pulled him off the bed, and punched him directly in the face!

"Jerk! I entrusted Bengbeng to you, and this is how you took care of her? With a premarital pregnancy that you couldn't even take good care of. I am going to beat you to death today!"

Mo Yongheng delivered two more punches to Qi Yan as he spoke.

As he was too abrupt in his attacks, Qi Yan had already taken two more punches before he returned to his senses.

Just as he was about to ask Mo Yongheng what was wrong with him, the third punch rained down on him!

Qi Yan hurriedly lifted his hand to block the punch and pushed Mo Yongheng away before retreating a few steps himself.

The corner of his lips was already bleeding and he briefly wiped the blood away with the back of his hand.