C1387 The True Heartstabbing!

"Pfft—"

Ye Hong's words struck Zhang Baizhan like a cudgel to the chest, exacerbating the suffocation already gripping his heart.

Overwhelmed, Zhang Baizhan couldn't suppress the surge of blood that rose to his lips, a manifestation of his inner turmoil.

Defeated single-handedly by someone six years his junior—this was a blow to his pride that Zhang Baizhan couldn't bear