Yu Dacheng was stunned for a long time before he started crying. "Mr. Yang, I really didn't lie to you. It was this kid who hit me. Look, I still have his palm print on my face."
Yang Wenhao glared at him fiercely. "Even if Mr. Ye hit you, you deserved it. It's your honor to be slapped by Mr. Ye. Hurry up and thank Mr. Ye for slapping you!"
Yu Dacheng couldn't believe his ears.
He wanted him to thank Ye Feng for giving him a slap?
Was he that cheap?
Yang Wenhao saw that he was silent and slapped him again. "Are you deaf? Don't you understand what I'm saying?"
Yu Dacheng finally reacted.
Although he felt extremely aggrieved, he could only walk to Ye Feng obediently: "Thank you… Thank you, Mr. Ye, for giving me a slap. Your slap... It's so comfortable."
The crowd watching the show felt that their brains were not enough.
"What's going on? He hit him, and he actually thanked him? Isn't this too cheap?"