Zhou Qinzhou's eyes were blood red, veins popped out on his hands, and his fist could barely land on Xu Jiang's face.
He spoke every word, and his voice seemed to be dripping with blood, "I have protected the girl who cried for half my life and refused to let go, just for your words. Xu Jiang, we are finished!"
There was no change on Xu Jiang's face. He just stood there quietly, then took out a cigarette with some trembling.
"Smoke?"
"Slap your mother!"
Zhou Qinzhou knocked the cigarette out of Xu Jiang's hand to vent his anger, then took a new one, lit it, and looked at Xu Jiang.
He said "We're done!"
The cigarette butt was pressed hard on Xu Jiang's hand by Zhou Qinzhou, quickly leaving a scar.