Chapter 809: You've got to be kidding, right?

Smack! The slap rang through the hall, sharp and clear. For a heartbeat, everyone stood stunned. They watched the pretty-boy idol Zheng Hao's cheek bloom with a raw, red handprint. He was frozen, blank-eyed, clearly not expecting Tacito Temple to lash out without warning. "You… you hit me?" Zheng Hao stared at Tacito, disbelief crawling over his face. Years in show business had taught him to swagger and bully. He cursed others; no one cursed him. He hit others; no one dared touch him. He made...