On the second floor of the teahouse, Liu Jihua sat there with his arms crossed and a gloomy expression on his face.
He was feeling extremely angry. The arrogant kid who appeared out of nowhere had dared to speak rudely to him. He was even more detestable than Lin Jianjun.
What was even more ridiculous was that this kid boasted that he could get his backer to call him.
How was that possible?
He sat down so that he could expose that kid's lies.
Occasionally, he looked at his wristwatch, then at his phone.
Three minutes passed.
Five minutes passed…
Nothing happened at all.
That kid was indeed bluffing!
The corners of his mouth twitched, and a sneer appeared on his face as he looked at that kid.
He almost popped a vein when he saw what the kid was doing.
That filthy brat was daintily sipping a cup of tea. From the expression on his face, he was enjoying it very much.
