Tang Hao's expression was chilling as he held down Ling Rui's head on the table.
He bent down and spoke coldly next to Ling Rui's ear. "One should learn how to behave modestly, Ling guy. Do you think the Ling family can take away what's rightfully mine? You sure have guts!"
Then, he smirked. "Do you actually think that I'm afraid of the Ling family? Do you think that you can profit off magical cuisine, if not that I'm friends with President Ling?
"If you don't want me in, then we'll just call off the collaboration. You'd better not regret it!"
After that, Tang Hao loosened his grip.
Ling Rui got up from the table. His nose was already crooked and bleeding from the nostrils. He was almost going mad with anger.
In his eyes, Tang Hao was nothing more than a windfall tycoon from a mountain village and was nothing compared to the Ling family.
