Tang Anzhi couldn't help but glance in that direction, and when her gaze landed on that face, she couldn't help but find it a bit comical. This guy really was something, knowing full well he couldn't beat the other, yet he still rushed forward to be beaten. She really couldn't fathom what he was thinking.
Could it be a masochistic disposition? She didn't see Wang Meng as a fool. She truly didn't understand the workings of his brain—could it be that some people are naturally talented in certain aspects and simpletons in others?
Actually, Huangfu Zheng was the only one with a slight idea about this; his encounters with Wang Meng weren't just a matter of one or two days, or one or two years. Many years ago, they had already begun crossing paths. Wang Meng certainly wasn't a fool; otherwise, he wouldn't have failed to take Huangfu down over all these years.
