Seeing Chen Zhezhe in such a frantic, delirious state, Qin Xin looked at him with a smile, genuinely happy for him.
Like his sister, Chen Zhezhe was actually an extremely proud person; he simply buried that pride deep in his bones, hidden from the eyes of others.
As for that palm strike from Zhang Ze, though Chen Zhezhe had said nothing, he had harbored a grudge ever since. However, at present, both his family background and his strength were far inferior to his opponent's. The seed of hatred was buried deep in the soil, perhaps to one day take root, sprout, and grow into a towering tree that even a young master like Zhang Ze would have to look up to.
Chapter 215