Huo Xiuyuan chose a good time.
Huo Hong was not at home, and the servants had been sent away. It was enough for him to teach Huo Yichen a lesson.
"Wu!" He suppressed the taste of blood in his mouth, his expression indescribably ugly.
Unfortunately, it was the opposite of what he had expected. It was not him who beat Huo Yichen up, but Huo Yichen who completely crushed Huo Xiuyuan.
Fighting and demeanor were basically two different words. Huo Yichen fought like a maniac. His clenched fists landed on Huo Xiuyuan's face continuously with such force that it made people feel like he was trying to beat him to death.
He held Huo Xiuyuan's hair with one hand and smashed his head against the wall again and again. He used so much strength that the veins on the back of his fingers could be seen clearly. The muffled sound landed on the wall along with the dark red blood, blooming with red plums dotted Huo Xiuyuan's dizzy vision.
