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"What a mood killer, coming to the party all happy-go-lucky only to have a stupid trust-fund idiot ruin it!" Fang Jueyu parked the car in the underground garage. He looked at the scratch and felt a pang in his heart, even wishing it was a wound on himself instead.
"Young master, you seemed to really enjoy smashing that car just now!" Zhuang Ying teased, especially after seeing Fang Jueyu's intimidating demeanor and tone when he heard Chen Qiao's rude words.
"It was satisfying, but I'm afraid it might bring some trouble later." Fang Jueyu didn't think that spoiled rich brats like that would just quietly retreat after taking a loss.
"Are you scared, young master?"
"Scared? Scared of him, my foot!" If that nameless trust-fund kid dared to cause trouble, Fang Jueyu had enough financial and influential power to thoroughly crush him.
