Chen Tiexin was tossing and turning in his bed without even the nerve to close his eyes. He was afraid that once he did so, he would never have a chance to open them again.
It was indeed an unbearable experience for Chen Tiexin, knowing that he had insulted such a powerful fighter as Han Jingru whose actual prowess remained unknown.
His previous masterpiece—kicking Han Jingru out of the Chen residence and making him ridiculed by a crowd of onlookers had now turned into his worst nightmare. When he thought of this, he broke into cold sweat uncontrollably. It felt like life was slipping past him.
Furthermore, he had even gone to Han Jingru’s house, breaking open his door and tried to kill him.
Thinking of all these sent a chill down Chen Tiexin’s spine. He was regretting in trepidation.