Tu Anliang slowed his pace, and his eyes suddenly gathered the ferocity of a storm, his cheek muscles twitched twice, "You do know who I am!"
At that moment, having sent the message, Li Qiao extinguished her phone screen unhurriedly and looked up at Tu Anliang with a dismissive attitude, "Is knowing who you are supposed to be difficult?"
Such scornful tone made it seem as if Tu Anliang was some insignificant figure not worth mentioning.
In South City, he bore a prestigious identity, considered above all else, and the name 'Brother Liang' was the symbol of his status.
Now, being deemed worthless by Li Qiao, Tu Anliang's eyes filled with the anger of being despised.
He suddenly moved forward, placing one leg on the coffee table, propping his arm on his knee, and leaned in threateningly, "Since you know who I am, how dare you speak to me like this? Do you know the last person who scorned me is already..."
