This punch was packed with intense fury, delivered without holding back an ounce of strength.
As a top-tier 3S-level powerhouse, the impact caught Ye Moyun off guard. His body flew through the air like a kite with its string snapped. When he finally lifted his head, the once impeccably handsome and debonair Ye Moyun now sported a massive, distinct fist-shaped bruise on his right cheek—the kind that wouldn't fade for at least half a month.
Heaven help him! Why was he always the one getting hurt? He had only offered a tiny, well-meaning suggestion. The wife had been returned, and they had already shared a kiss—why were they still so angry that they had to punch him? Ye Moyun’s face was a mask of utter despair.
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