Cheng Haoyu looked her up and down and smiled slightly: "Girl, who are you?"
Zheng Xinyi was stunned for a moment, and all the expressions on her face became stiff. She looked at Cheng Haoyu with a somewhat desperate look: "I'm Xinyi! Don't you recognize me?"
"Xinyi? Which Xinyi?" Cheng Haoyu couldn't remember her name at all.
"Cheng Haoyu, you can forget me as your brother, you can forget all of us, but how can you forget this woman? She is your wife, the wife who gave birth to your children. You don't even remember her. Are you still a human being?" Brother Mao was angry and grabbed his collar and said.
Cheng Haoyu frowned slightly, met his gaze, and a helpless sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. "So it's you again, who are you? I told you a long time ago that we don't know each other. I've never seen you, let alone your brother, but why do you keep pestering me? And now you've found a woman to deceive me? What on earth do you want to do?"
Brother Mao was completely enraged. He tightened his grip on his collar, his eyes filled with rage. He clenched his other hand into a fist and punched him right in the eye with all his might. "I'm going to beat you to death today, you ungrateful thing! You don't even recognize your own wife. You're not even a human being."
Cheng Haoyu's eyes suddenly swelled up, and he punched Brother Mao in the face: "I'm going to beat you to death today, you psychopath."
The two men started fighting backstage, refusing to give in to each other. The backstage suddenly became smoky and chaotic.
"Brother Mao, stop fighting, stop fighting." Zheng Xinyi saw that things were not going well and kept calling out from the side, but the two men seemed not to hear her and neither of them was willing to stop.
"Who is causing trouble in my troupe? Stop it." The troupe's leader walked over with a domineering look on his face, and his sharp eyes fell on them.
"Alang, Alang, are you okay?" Fang Biying, who had just come down from the stage, heard about this scene and immediately ran to Haoyu, looking him up and down.
Cheng Haoyu reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "It's okay."
Fang Biying then cast a sharp gaze at Brother Mao: "Who are you? Why do you keep coming to our troupe to cause trouble? How did Alang offend you? Why do you keep coming to trouble him again and again?"
"I have nothing to say to you. I'm here to find my brother." Brother Cat responded.
"I've told you many times that I don't know you. Why won't you let me go?" Cheng Haoyu frowned and asked in a puzzled tone.
Brother Mao pulled Zheng Xinyi to his side, his eyes wide open as he demanded, "Cheng Haoyu, you may not know me, but how can you say you don't know her? This woman has been through so much with you, how can you say you don't know her?"
Cheng Haoyu cast an inexplicable gaze at Zheng Xinyi, his brows slightly furrowed. He didn't know why. He did feel that this girl was very familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before, but he just couldn't remember. As long as he exerted a little effort, he felt a headache.
Fang Biying sensed something was wrong with him and hurried over to support him: "Haoyu, are you okay?"
"My head hurts." Cheng Haoyu responded with a slightly painful expression.
"I warn you, don't come to the troupe to cause trouble for Alang again, otherwise I will never let you go." After she finished speaking, Fang Biying helped Haoyu leave.
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