Su Yan fumed as she looked at her swollen lips in the mirror. She picked up her phone and went straight to the boxing club. Her fists pummelled the punching bag so intensely that even the boxing coach was afraid.
Su Yan knew she needed to vent her anger somewhere, or that kiss Wei Zhou forced on her would have angered her to death. She kept punching without any form of discipline, and hysteric rage fuelled her punches. Only when Su Yan's muscles started to ache did she stop.
Sure enough, going boxing was the best way to vent some anger. The feeling of perspiration all over Su Yan's body relaxed her body, mind, and spirit. She lay on the ground to rest for a few minutes before taking a shower and leaving.
Just as she walked out of the boxing club, Su Yan realized that she had two missed calls. They were both from Chai Xingyu. Su Yan frowned slightly. They had been together until this afternoon. She wondered what was going on now.
