And this person was none other than Long Xun. He was in his room, taking out all his stress and all his frustration on a punching bag. He imagined the punching bag to be Zhang Zhehan's face and he was unleashing his fury on that poor punching bag.
'BAM!'
One after one his fist met with the surface of the bag creating a very loud noise. This was a regular thing in the Long Xun's mansion. Every servant and every bodyguard knew about their master and the punching bag.
BAM!
Another punch landed on the bag as Long Xun screamed, "I hate you Zhehan! I hate you so much..."
Since the day he talked with Li Xiaolu, it was as if his brain was split into two. There was a constant fight going on inside his brain. One part of his mind was telling him to go according to Li Xiaolu's advice, to be patient. It was telling him to not to be forceful towards her and that he should slowly and slowly make his way into her heart. It was telling him to earn her love to be worthy of it.
